When Jack returned to the station the next day, he was greeted in his shared office by his partner, Joseph Clark. Clark was handsome, younger than Jack. At only 35, he already had salt-and-pepper hair that he kept short in a military-style high and tight. Recently divorced from his wife after finding her cheating, he distracted himself with going to the gym daily, and it showed. Even though the last few months for Joseph had been difficult, he’d never looked better. Jack frequently caught himself stealing guilty glances at Joseph as they showered in the station’s locker room. Joseph immediately suggested they go around the corner for a coffee.
“I just got here, man. Give me a minute to get my bearings. I want to hear about Ben Stuart’s arrest. How did that shake out?” Jack asked, thinking he knew the answer. Jack and Joseph had pegged Stuart for the rapes a couple of weeks ago, but since Stuart was wealthy and well-connected, they were told to hold off until they had more evidence. Then they were denied a search warrant to gather the evidence needed. They both knew what was happening. Another wealthy, white male was being protected from someone higher up the food chain than themselves. Nothing could be done, legally at least.
“Like I said, let’s get some coffee,” Joseph said, looking around nervously for anyone who might be listening. Jack noted how unusual Joseph was acting. Jack wondered nervously what Joseph had come to learn about how exactly Ben Stuart’s arrest came to be.
“Okay, coffee does sound good,” Jack conceded, retrieving his coat he had just hung up and followed his partner down the stairs and out the station’s side door. Joseph stayed silent until they were 2 blocks away from the station.
“Yeah, so Stuart, right? Last week we were being told to drop it. He’s not our guy, and then yesterday we get some emails to the tip line. Video, videos, more than one, of Ben Stuart raping those girls. The evidence we were told didn’t exist, handed to us like a wrapped gift. Weird, right?”
“What did the emails say exactly? And who were they from?”, Jack asked, calming himself by mentally reviewing all the steps he took to cover his tracks. He expected most of this conversation. He hated pretending to Joseph, as they had become very close friends, and he respected the man greatly.
“Here’s the thing, we got 15 different emails from 15 different throwaway addresses. The messages are similar but not the same. They all say that they found the video online and wanted to make sure the police saw it,” Joseph reported as they continued their walk.
“Where did they see it? Stuart uploaded it to some site? Have we checked for the site?” Jack asked, trying his best to sound confused and interested.
“None of the 15 emails says where they saw it, but get this, do you know Officer Osborne in traffic?” Jack didn’t and shook his head, wondering where this was going and what a traffic cop had to do with any of this. “Well, Officer Osborne is our 16th reporter. Except he came and found me in person to tell me about the video.”, Joseph looked around again nervously. Jack didn’t like this. He didn’t know how a fellow officer could have seen the video unless he was there that night. This cop must have answered the ad. Jack hadn’t planned for that possibility. Joseph continued, “Our Officer Osborne is, um…” Joseph looked embarrassed but continued, “Osborne is married to a woman but on occasion, has sex with men. It’s 2026. I can handle that. So anyway, he came in to talk to me, nervous as all hell. What he told me has to stay between me and you for now. You cool with that?”
“I’m cool with that. But how does Osborne being gay have anything to do with Stuart’s arrest? Does he know Stuart? Is Stuart gay?” Jack asked, opening the door to the coffee shop.
Jack shook his head, “Let’s order first, and then I have a hell of a story to tell you.” Joseph ordered them coffees and directed Jack to wait at a quiet corner booth of the coffee shop. While waiting, Jack grew nervous. He didn’t like the idea of another cop being there that night. Joseph returned, setting the coffees on the table. Jack needed some more time to think, to find a way to get ahead of whatever Joseph was about to tell him.
“Hold up a bit, Joseph. Before you tell me Officer Osborne’s story, what’s going on with you? Are you doing alright? It’s been a couple of months now since you left Laura,” Jack asked both sincerely and as a stalling technique.
Joseph waved the question away, “I’m fine. We can talk about my broken heart another day. But now, now I need you to strap in, the story is a doozy.” Jack lowered his voice before continuing, “So the way Osborne tells it, and I have no reason to doubt him, is that he was feeling a bit horny after his shift Thursday night. He smokes a little weed and hops on this app, I forget what it’s called, to…ah…connect with another guy. On this app, whatever it’s called, there’s a space where men post ads that anyone can see. Osborne describes it as something like a general announcement to everyone. It’s where one would advertise an orgy they’re hosting. With me so far?” Joseph asked as he paused to sip his coffee. Jack knew exactly what he was talking about. Joseph continued, “So Thursday night, the night before we got the emails, he sees that someone had posted an ad for an orgy…no, not an orgy… a gang bang is more like it, I guess. I can’t remember what Osborne called it. Osborne said a guy had an ad up and was ‘taking loads.’” Joseph relayed the information, making air quotes as he said the last two words.
“I’m sorry, Joseph. I still don’t get how Osborne fucking some random cum dump is connected to Stuart,” Jack interrupted.
“Cum Dump! That’s the term Osborne used that I couldn’t remember. Look at you, hip to all the slang. But yeah, a guy put an ad up saying he was a cum dump waiting tied up for any man to come and fuck him. Must be nice, huh? To be gay and just have guys waiting around to take your cock, huh?”, Joseph asked Jack, shaking his head.
“Are we getting to the point soon, Joseph?”Jack asked laughing.
“Geez, don’t be so homophobic, Jack,” Joseph chided, “But yeah, point taken. So anyhow, Osborne goes to some shitty motel on the south side and dumps his load in the guy and splits for home to his wife and kids. Crazy to think how many secrets people have. I should be happy Laura was cheating the old-fashioned way. Anyhow, Osborne says the next morning, he gets a direct message from the same guy. Osborne was worried the guy was going to tell him he had the clap or whatever. So Osborne opens the message and it’s two videos. One video was of Osborne fucking the guy, the other was the video of Stuart raping the girls. The message also said to email the Stuart video to the police or else they would release the other video, the one of Osborne dumping his load up the random’s shit chute. So, and I have to give the guy credit for this, instead of just following the script, Osborne brings it to me in person. We’re kind of friends. I had him in a ride-along when he first started. Good cop, wanted to make sure he was doing the right thing and all. Got to give him credit for that. I mean, this could ruin his whole life, but he wanted to make sure we got Stuart.”
Jack nodded slowly, the words “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” screamed in his brain. He had never meant to get any of the men in trouble or ruin anyone’s life. 16 men came to unknowingly rape Stuart, and he was at first pleased to hear that 15 of the 16 reported the video to the police as directed, figuring it was a success that just one declined. He hadn’t intended to post any of the videos of the men fucking Ben Stuart; he had been bluffing. He planned on deleting them after he used a few to relive that night. He hadn’t had much time to watch them yet but wondered which man in which video was Officer Osborne.
“So here’s the twist, I asked Osborne to show me the video of him and the guy, the cum dump. At first, he didn’t want to, understandable, right? But I promised him I wouldn’t tell anyone if I didn’t need to, that we already had 15 tip-offs, and his could easily be swept under the rug, but the whole thing was suspect, and I just needed to see if there was a larger story here, you get me?”
Jack did get him; he was a good cop, and Jack would have done the same. Again, Jack nodded, telling himself to keep calm. Wanting to review the videos and figure out who this Officer Osborne is and determine if they were ever in the same room, Jack had waited around some, watched a few men fuck Stuart before slipping out, leaving Stuart’s phone, hidden under a pile of clothes, to broadcast the video to his burner phone, which he had set to record it.
“So, with Osborne looking over my shoulder, mind you it’s just him and me in our tiny office, I open the video. It starts out pretty dark, hard to see anything. Then you can see Osborne walk in and right away he hauls out his cock. It’s quite a cock, already hard and ready to go from the get-go. So in the video, Osborne walks in, pulls it out and shoves it in. No talking. No foreplay. Gay guys got it so easy. You can barely make out Osborne’s face. But the…cum dump, his face is brightly lit but he’s wearing this mask…not a mask, a gag and I don’t know how to say this but it’s a pussy gag, like where his mouth is, there’s a little pink rubber pussy. Weird but not the weirdest part. Get this, who is Osborne balls deep in? Ben Stuart himself, eyes shut, tied up, gagged, begging and moaning around the rubber pussy for Osborne’s cock. Which I have to admit, it’s a giant one. Let me tell you, it was fucking awkward sitting next to the dude you’re watching rearrange your prime suspects’ guts, I kept staring at his giant cock being shoved up Stuart’s hole then looking at his crotch in my office, trying to imagine how he fits it in his uniform pants. No wonder Stuart was walking funny when we brought him in.” Joseph waved his hands signaling he knew he was getting off track, “Osborne didn’t even look at the guy’s face when he was there, had no idea he was nailing Stuart. The video seems to be from a hidden camera or someone’s phone on the nightstand. Osborne said he wasn’t alone when he got there and that there were a couple of guys coming in as he was going out. You can’t see much of anyone else in the video, maybe some shadows of other guys. All you can hear is Osborne’s fuck talk and Stuart moaning up a storm. He doesn’t remember anyone recording but also says he was pretty high and not really paying attention, which is apparent in the video, his focus is squarely concentrated on fucking Stuart’s hole. He’s very verbal in it, called Stuart all sorts of names, and went forever, quite a stud actually.” Again, he waved his hands, bringing himself back to the point at hand: “In the video, you can tell by his howl when Osborne cums in Stuart, then right after he pulls out and goes around to the front of the bed, this part is up close, you can see his monster cock covered in Osborne’s and whoever else’s cum dripping off and out of it. And then Osborne just shoves that fat cock through the little rubber pussy and makes Stuart clean it with his mouth. Gross but also kind of hot. Osborne zips up and leaves, doesn’t even say thank you. Video ends.” Joseph leaned back in the booth, looking for jack’s reaction, “So what do you make of all that?”
“Gross but hot, I agree”, Jack joked before returning to the point at hand: “So Stuart blackmailed guys into turning him in?”
“Well that’s option 1, weirder things have happened. But, after a bit of thinking and rewatching the video a few times, for purely professional reasons I’ll have you know, I started to think that it could be that Stuart isn’t a consenting participant. I called in Osborne and he and I watched it again and he admits that sometimes it looks like Stuart isn’t exactly enjoying himself. But his eyes, they pretty much stay shut. Only when Osborne is feeding him his slimy cock does he open them and then you can see that his pupils are as big as saucers. So maybe Stuart got fucked up and ordered in a truckload of guys to fill him with cum for one last hurrah before turning himself in via a little blackmail, or, maybe someone drugged and tied up Stuart, then put the ad up for some kind of vigilante justice? Osborne’s a wreck over this, worried he’s going to be exposed, worried he might have unknowingly raped someone, even if it’s a scumbag like Stuart.”
“What has Stuart told us so far?” Jack asked genuinely interested.
“Not much, lawyered up already.”
“Is there a way around this for Osborne?” Jack asked Joseph hopefully.
“Right now, I can’t see the point in telling anyone about Osborne and Stuart to anyone but you, partner. He can’t recall a single detail about any other guy that was in that room, but we have to assume that most of the guys saw the situation like Osborne did, just a…cum dump begging for cock. Osborne says they’re a dime a dozen on the apps. If Stuart was set up for a gang rape, it could hurt our case. I mean, yes, that would be a crime, no getting around that, and if so, the perpetrator should go to jail. That said, there is a kind of sweet justice to the idea.”
Jack nodded in agreement, “Any of Stuart’s victims have a gay brother or friend that we know of?”
“Not that we know of, and I can’t think of a way to ask without bringing up Osborne”, Joseph said, “and I don’t want to do that to him. It really would ruin his life. Not sure if it would cost him his job, but probably. On the bright side, if he loses his job as a cop, he can for sure get a job in porn,” Joseph joked.
“Big, huh?”
“Fucking huge! Wait till you see the video”, Joseph answered before finishing his coffee.
“And just how many times have you watched this video of our dear Officer Osborne?”, Jack teased.
“Just 5 times, maybe 10, no more than 15, I promise”, Joseph half joked. “I asked Osborne to keep an eye out for other cum dump ads and let me know if they sound similar to Stuarts. I hate the idea that there’s another serial rapist out there, one we haven’t even noticed, raping men. You know how men are, they won’t report it.”
“Good point, yeah, I guess for now we just keep this between ourselves. No one needs to know this just yet,” Jack said feeling relieved.
“Agreed, let’s head back.”
Later that night, Joseph, alone in his empty house, guiltily locked the deadbolt on his front door, poured himself a whiskey neat, and took it into his home office, closing the door behind him and dimming the lights. He looked about the room, unsure what he was looking for, perhaps a hidden camera, he thought to himself, letting out a small chuckle. He took a gulp of the whiskey and sat down in his leather office chair, scooted himself to the edge of his seat, loosened his belt, and unzipped his pants. He reached for the mouse and clicked the play button and then the dotted square in the corner of the video player to expand the video to full screen. This was the first time he’d been able to watch it at home in private. Joseph slid his hand under the waistband of his boxers as the scene began.
On the screen, Osborne knocked briefly before pushing the door open, entering the dirty motel room to line himself up behind Stuart. Osborne wore a tight white t-shirt and jeans. Osborne unzipped his pants and, pulling it sideways from where it was down his pant leg, hauled out one of the largest cocks Joseph had ever seen. The off-duty cop slid his thumb in Stuart’s hole before he gave the guy’s balls a firm squeeze. Stuart wore only the waistband of what were once probably a pair of underwear, long since ripped or fucked to shreds. Stuart can be heard to hiss and moan in a kind of pained pleasure.
“Your hole is seeping cum, you fucking slut,” Osborne said, “You’re about to get a lot more cum up your filthy hole.” Osborne lifted the bottom hem of his shirt up and over his head, his arms still in his sleeves. His shirt, now out of the way of whoever’s cum was dripping out of him, framed Osborne’s furry ginger six-pack and hairy, solid chest. Holding his cock at the base, he slapped it on Stuart’s ass, flinging a drop of pre-cum from his piss slit onto Stuart’s back. Then he ran the giant through the cummy mess the other men had left there, using it to lube his cock before sliding in all of his 10 inches in one powerful thrust that caused Stuart to rock forward against his bonds, yelping and moaning around the pink rubber pussy stuck in his mouth. Osborne didn’t wait for the man to get used to his mammoth cock. He began a machine gun pace as soon as he was inside the tied-up man. His thrusts caused Stuart to moan uncontrollably, as the man tried to get away from the forceful invader but was held in place, bent over the bed, his ass pushed up, trembling as he took the stud’s pounding. “Can’t get away from it, can you, faggot?”,Osborne said as he slapped each butt check hard with his right hand, never slowing the pounding he was delivering to the faceless cum dump in front of him. “This is all you’re good for, you slut, just a fucking hole for men to dump their cum in,” Osborne continued his fuck talk, his abs contracting, flexing wet with sweat. His body glistened in the dim light. An expression between anger and focus stayed fixed on the cop’s face. A bead of sweat ran down between his hairy pec muscles, ricocheting off the dense curly hair there, then down his flat belly before finally being jettisoned off onto Stuart’s toned back with the power of Osborne’s thrusts.
Taking on one of the evening’s largest cocks, if not the largest, Stuart writhed in a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. The force of the fuck that was being thrown at him was definitely the hardest of the night. Stuart’s face was screwed into a mask that shifted between pain and pleasure, always with the ridiculous pussy gag that made even the most pained expression look comical. Stuart’s drool leaked steadily out of it, the thin lines of spittle wavering back and forth with the force of Osborne’s thrusts made it look like a very aroused wet, dripping vulva. Under Stuart’s belly, that was itself toned and flat, a mostly hard cock wagged back and forth like a pendulum spewing thick syrup chaotically with the incomprehensible force and speed of Osborne’s thrusts. A high-pitched whine escaped from Stuart’s mouth. “Shut the fuck up, slut. This is what you asked for, you should be thanking me.” Osborne delivered flatly in breathy words. “Say 'thank you’ slut, in fact, say ‘thank you, sir’,” Osborne demanded.
“Aank oo ir, ANK OO IR!” Stuart managed around the pussy gag as Osborne grunted loudly, slamming himself into the tied-up rapist below him, obviously emptying his balls inside Stuart. Unceremoniously, Osborne pulled out of Stuart, a mess could be seen running down both of Stuart’s inner thighs. The off-duty cop walked closer to the camera, holding his slime-covered, still-pausing cock before grabbing Stuart by the hair and sliding his dirty cock through the fake pussy and into Stuart’s hungry mouth. Only then did Stuart open his dilated eyes, greedily taking in the parts of Osborne’s panting body that he could.
That’s what sent Joseph over the edge as he fisted his cock watching Stuart crane his neck to take all of Osborne’s cock down his gullet. Before he knew it, he was cumming. He quickly hit the space bar, pausing the video. Not having planned ahead and with no better option, he rose and shot his cum into the tumbler that held one last sip of whiskey. After he had finished but still high from the unexpected intense orgasm, curious, he rolled the thick liquid around in the tumbler and then downed it without much thought. Rolling his tongue around his teeth, tasting the mix of cum and rye, he slumped back down in his office chair and reached for the mouse to close the screen.
That’s when Joseph saw it, the frame frozen clearly showed a tiny red-tipped pock on Stuart’s neck. It looked very much like a wound left from a needle. He took a screenshot, then cropped it down to just the red spot. He’d show it to Jack tomorrow.
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