Jail's Bait: Parole's Victim (Book 4)

Chapter 12

While Joan was putting Claire in the hot seat and Inamae was sneaking into the house to break into the hidden safe in the den, Joe Hill sat in the guest study down from the suite he shared with his wife, door closed, as he steadily drank from a decanter which held an expensive red wine. He knew that Joan would be in their room alone, probably watching a movie, knowing that he wasn’t coming to join her… his face was grim as he downed another full glass with one gulp. He knew he was the main problem in his marriage to Joan these past seven years. At first it was nice for both to keep one another company, and they DID share a child, so when it came time for him to think about marriage, who better to marry than Malik's mother..? And to finally spoil her the way he had once wanted to was also nice; when they first got together he didn't tell her about his family's billions, which was a good thing in his opinion. But they were older now, and once they married Joe figured Joan would be more mature in her attitude towards spending money... but of course, he was talking about his wife. The real reason why they married was to make his political ambitions secure, for constituents voted for politicians with strong family units.

He knew also that his relationship with his son Malik never really developed into the strong bond he had hoped it would be one day, either... and he blamed one man for that- the same man who destroyed his relationship with Joan way back when, the same man who he hated with every breath he took for breaking his heart... the same man who, in the darkest part of the night, he still dreamed about, waking up to jerk off about- each and every night for the past ten years... the man who made him so bereft he threw himself into politics to forget about.. The man who ruined his life.

Officer Dan. Now known as Detective Dan Clark.

Each night he would wake up in a cold sweat from the same dream he had about Dan- in the dream a naked Dan, suspended by the arms from the ceiling with steel chains, would beg him for mercy as Joe, with a cruel smile on his face, would run a razor blade across his chest over and over until the blood ran- carving a hole into which he could then reach into and tear out his heart, just the way he felt Dan had ripped his heart from his own chest. Dan would scream with pain and terror, yet remain alive- and then Joe would calmly walk behind the screaming Dan and pull his gigantic dick out, spreading Dan's trembling legs and pushing himself with ruthless voracity into his ass without lubrication, making it tear and bleed, his dick throbbing with anger as he thrust it over and over, Dan's screams fueling him, heating him up-

And then he would wake up, his dick a raging shaft of steel. He would creep out of the bed as quietly as possible and, in the bathroom like a horny teenager, he would give his already engorged dick a few strokes with some baby oil- he was so turned on from the gruesome dream that the gush would immediately come, splattering the wall with his nutt as he would shake without control, breathing quietly “Dan, oh Dan- I HATE you, I HATE you, ahh godd I h-hate you,” again and again as his dick shot off like a cannon...

…and then it would be over, and he would kneel by the wall he sprayed, cleaning it off while hot, bitter tears would stream down his face and he sobbed.

Sobbed from utter hatred for the man he still loved with all his heart...

He didn't know why he just didn't go and find another man to be with, it wasn't like his wife would get in the way of that. For some reason he couldn't figure out, Dan was the only man he wanted- STILL wanted; and being rejected by Dan still cut like a knife into a fresh wound, a wound that refused to heal these past ten years. He was just so perfect, so handsome, so sexy, good in bed, a great cook... he wanted to give Dan the world, and just didn't understand why Dan wouldn't let him- they were together for almost two years but Dan always seemed to go just so far with him, like he didn't fully give himself to Joe the way Joe gave himself to Dan. At fist he thought that maybe Dan was still too machismo to fully relax with being with another man, even on the DL, and Joe could accept that...

But what hurt the most that Dan finally did give his whole heart freely and without restraint, it was to another man... and not just any other man, which hurt badly enough. Dan gave his heart to Atreyu, Joe's long-lost little brother. And NOW Danny was trying to find another man, a LOOK-ALIKE of his own brother, running DNA on him to see if finally, FINALLY Dan could find love with a Hill man, as long as it wasn’t Joe Hill..! Talk about twisting the knife..!

He continued pouring glass after glass, the red wine in the decanter disappearing to nothing after a half-hour had passed and the prime candidate for the Governor’s race 2015 was roaring drunk. He left the study and stumbled downstairs towards the main den, where more red wine was calling to him- and he followed its call, knowing that he wouldn’t stop drinking this day until all thoughts of Danny was gone. He stumbled to his study and opened the doorway, stepping inside-

A bearded man in a white robe stood in the room, mere feet from the door, one hand reaching behind the open and swinging portrait of his daddy, J. Mayson Hill, where the wall safe was hidden… the man seemed frozen in shock at being caught.

Joe took the whole scene in, and then quietly closed the door to the den behind him, locking it- all while staring down this intruder. He was angry and frustrated, and this thief was about to get the beating of his life.

The thief seemed to recognize the look on Joe's face, for he darted towards the open window. Quick as life Joe plunged after the man, knocking over brics-a-brac and small cushions on the way, which fell to the carpeted floor in silence. Just as the man reached the window Joe grabbed hold of the back of the robe, yanking the man to the floor. In silence they grappled with one another, Joe wheezing from the amount of wine he’d consumed, the thief struggling from being caught up in his own billowing robe. Somehow Joe managed to get him into a headlock, which made the man grunt with fear and, struggling, twist his body so that he was face down on the floor, Joe straddling his back. In the melee the robe had come undone, and as the thief kicked it aside Joe was suddenly grappling with a naked body, all rippling muscles and masculine arches, with a smooth, rounded ass that flexed and strained against Joe's pants-line to be free…

With all that was going on, Joe was not surprised that his massive dick rose in his pants, pressing against the thief’s asshole. Without thinking Joe flexed one arm against the thief’s throat while reaching down and pulling his dick free from his now un-zippered pants. With one smooth move Joe maneuvered himself between the fleshy globes and RAMMM! down went his thick ass dick into the thief’s tight, resisting asshole in one dip.

“AATTTTAHHAHAHRRR!!!!!” The thief screamed into the carpet, shuddering and weeping, but Joe was too far gone now, he wanted to teach SOMEONE a lesson, and this thief had it comin… he began to ram his dick in and out, back and forth in the struggling ass, just like in his dreams about Joe…

…and then it wasn’t a stranger grappling under him anymore, it was DAN, crying and begging Joe to stop hurting him…

Joe's eyes lit with vengeance and he reached down, pulled each one of the thief’s legs apart so wide until the split hurt, and Joe began viciously fucking that battered ass more intensely than before, sliding his swollen, foot-long brick-hard flared-cut dick in and out, back and forth, crushing all his 6’4, quarterback weight down on that ass. Whimpers and weak cries issued forth from the thief, but to Joe it was Dan begging for mercy, which made him intensify his efforts, slamming that big black dick deeper, deeper into that straining back, the thief screaming into the carpet and arching his back up to push Joe off…

…but after a time, it seemed that the thief wasn’t so much trying to push him off as he was throwing that ass back on Joe's dick…

…and sure enough, the ass muscles started to clench and unclench, milking his heavily throbbing dick back and forth like lips on hot butter… Joe stiffened up, and bust his nutt- wave after wave of skeet coated the asshole of the thief, who suddenly jerked himself and his legs went weak, his body jumped back and forth and in the midst of Joe shooting his nutt deep into this guy he knew the thief was busting his own nutt on the carpet, jerking and twitching the way he was. So far neither one of them had made a sound, yet their heavy breathing filled the room as they both shot off together, their juices and strength becoming spent...

And then it was over, and Joe and the thief lay on the floor together, Joe still on top of the thief who lay under him face down, both trying to catch their breath. Joe lay his head down on the sexy back of his would-be robber as the haze from the drinking dissolved, kissing the back of his neck- and then he remembered what was going on. He raised up his head and said, “Hey you…”

The man turned over. His eyes were red and watery from crying from the pain, but he had a very handsome, bearded face. He was sexy and slim, well-defined and with a massive dick of his own, which was still dripping from the force of his own nutt-off.

“I’I’m sorry,” he whispered then. “I was coming in here to rob the place and- well, if you wanna go and call the cops I’ll-”

“No need for that,” Joe said, getting to his feet and adjusting himself as the man did the same. “What made you break in here, how did you know where to go..? What’s your name..?”

“I am known as Inamae X,” he said then, reaching for his fallen robes and tying them back on. “I run an organization called-”

“Africa’s Issue,” Joe said then, anger lining his brow. “Did Claire send you here to steal for your ‘cause’..?”

“No, I talked her into getting me in here, she’s upstairs right now distracting your wife so I could get down here,” Inamae said then. “She doesn’t know how I knew where to go once I got in here, but I used her to get me inside.”

“Are you going to answer me, tell me how you knew where to go,” Joe asked again, picking up the pieces of art that fell in the struggle. “I won’t press charges, not after that good ass you just gave me.”

“I’ll tell you,” Inamae said then, coming up to Joe and leaning in to kiss him on the kips. It was sweet and sensual and sexy, the way Inamae’s tongue ran across Joe's mouth and wound up against his own, their wrestle a mini-version of what just transpired.

He broke off the kiss and looked up at Joe. “I’ll tell you, if I can have some more of that dick, later on tonight..?” He pulled away and strode over to the closed door, pulling it open.

“Don’t tell me I have competition,” Joe smirked at Inamae.

“No, you don’t, actually,” came the reply. “That was my first time I was ever with another man- and I cant stop thinking about it… at first I thought I was going to die, but now that I’d had the taste, I want more,” he said simply.

“So… when are you coming back,” Joe asked, his dick rising again in lust.

“I’ll be back later on tonight, you’ll know when I’m here,” Inamae said then, going through the open door to the hallway. “I’ll find my way in- like I did before.” And he was gone.

Joe stared after him, his heart beating fast still from the surprise fucking he’d just enjoyed. He guessed that the day wasn’t going too badly after all. He went over to a nearby bell pull and yanked on it.

In seconds Smithers was there. “You rang, sir,” he asked politely.

“Did you see anyone in here or in the hallway just now,” Joe asked the old butler.

Smithers shook his head. “Not today, sir,” he said. “Shall I draw the bath..? In one of the guest rooms down here?” he added shrewdly.

“What? Oh, yes, Smithers, call me when you’ve gotten one of the baths ready,” Joe said then, sitting down on one of the leather couches that dotted the den.

“Very good, sir,” Smithers said, shuffling out of sight.

For a moment he thought that Smithers knew the real reason why he would want to shower before going upstairs… but then he recalled that he looked roaring drunk, even if most of the buzz was gone. He sighed as he sat and waited for his butler to return. He would be ready tonight for… whoever it was, he thought to himself; and he would find out just exactly how a stranger, who had never been in the manor before, knew exactly out of an entire acre of thirty rooms on this floor, which room to break into to find the only wall safe in this house- on his first try.