Good Cop, Bad Cop Ch. 01

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I'm not sure if I passed out or not, but when I began to regain my senses I felt a new sensation. I hadn't managed to get my shorts on, but now my briefs were off as well and my legs seemed to be somewhat in the air, and something wet was tickling my ass! I couldn't remember ever feeling anything like it before and was surprised to discover my cock was hard as a rock, throbbing and tingling.

It was too dark to see who was down there, but I was feeling so good I didn't want it to stop so I didn't say anything. Part of me knew it was wrong to let it continue, but I was totally feeling blissed out. Plus, whoever was doing this to me knew what they were doing. It felt so good, like nothing I'd ever felt before.

It soon became apparent to me that whoever it was was using their tongue to make me feel these exquisite sensations and I just laid back and enjoyed it. So this was what it was to have your ass eaten. Dang! I never knew the ass was so sensitive. My hole was being licked and slobbered on and at times it seemed like the tongue was actually pushing inside me. It felt fantastic and I could feel my dick leaking pre-cum.

Then I felt something a little different. Was that a finger rubbing at my hole? A finger probing me along with a tongue? All I knew for sure it was driving me crazy with lust.

My mind was trying to focus on what the hell was going on, but my head was spinning. Not spinning as much as what - swimming? It felt muddled and thick. I knew I'd had a few drinks and was more drunk that I'd been in years, but this was different. More intense.

It gradually dawned on me that I'd most likely been drugged. I tried to move my arms but they felt heavy and leaden. They were up over my head and I thought maybe they were tied down or something, but I couldn't feel anything binding them. I knew I should probably be fearful for my safety, but the waves of calm kept washing over me, sweeping me further and further out to sea, and soon the thought just drifted away and was replaced with the pleasure I was feeling in my ass.

It felt like my hole was on fire. The hot, wet heat was tantalizing and I wanted more. Just then, the finger that had been so delicately rubbing and petting began to probe deeper, moving easily past the ring of muscle at my sphincter and slid inside. It brushed something deep within - my prostate - and a new jolt of pleasure coursed through me, causing me to raise my ass up off the mattress. A small moan escaped my lips.

The finger was buried in my hole as the tongue continue to lick and slurp around it. I wanted to bounce up and down on it, it felt so good. Then it began to rotate around and around in my hole, and every time it hit my gland I would moan and my dick would jump with pleasure. It was like rebar, jutting up and leaking pre-cum into my navel.

The finger seemed to thicken and I realized a second one had joined the first. I gasped as my hole stretched to accommodate the new intrusion, but the mild burning sensation quickly passed and now they were both moving easily inside me, in and out and around and around. The sensations were driving me wild and I began to bounce my ass up and down, thrusting my ass down onto the fingers.

Whoever was doing this sure knew how to pleasure a guy. The fingers and tongue in my ass were maybe the best thing I'd ever felt in my life, and I welcomed it when I sensed a third finger push into me.

I felt another orgasm began to build. It was fantastic and I wanted to come again. Fuck, I needed to come again! I moaned loudly and arched my back when a hand suddenly grasped the base of my cock, squeezing it hard, stopping the sensation of coming. I whimpered and groaned. Then, just as quickly, the hand let go and the build-up started all over again. Fuck!

I still didn't have any idea who was down there. It was dark in the room and I had my eyes squeezed tightly shut, but I was also beyond caring. My mind was totally fucking blown. I had no idea a body could feel so good and all I wanted to do now was come and come hard.

My hole was stretched more than I ever thought possible and, up until this day, this moment, I'd never even entertained the thought of anal play. My sex life with my girlfriend was great and while we were by no means vanilla in the bedroom, anal play never crossed our minds. Well, it never crossed my mind. I don't know about her. But with how good I was feeling now, maybe I needed to find some way to approach the subject because - FUCK - this was amazing!

It definitely felt like there were more than three fingers now. How the hell could four fit in there? Just how stretched was I? Not, like I said, that I cared anymore because the feeling was fantastic and that tongue probing and lapping around the edges was crazy amazing. Then the fingers started going in and out faster and I gasped. I couldn't hold still. I was thrusting and rutting like a dog in heat.

The tongue moved away from my hole, dragging a wet path across my perineum and to my balls. The fingers were still fucking my ass but the sensations were intensifying as my balls, one at a time, were slowly sucked into that hot, wet mouth! Oh fuck!

Next, the tongue licked its way to the base of my cock and then slowly laved its way up my hard shaft, swirling around the head and dipping into the piss slit before taking in and deep-throating the entire shaft in one slow gulp. I was ready to come again. I managed to throw my arms wide and arch my back when the mouth suddenly pulled off and a hand once again grasped the base of my cock, squeezing. I almost screamed because the denial was getting to be too much. It was agonizing.

The talented mouth engulfed my cock again and began a slow and sweet blow job that was pure bliss. My periodic moaning had turned into one long, low, guttural groan of pleasure. I was writhing on the bed as I thrust my cock into that magical mouth and then ground my ass down onto those equally deft fingers. I was on autopilot now.

Again and again my tormentor kept me from coming, taking me closer and closer to the edge but never letting me topple over. Now there were fingers sliding up under my t-shirt, tracing their way up my abs to find my nipples which quickly hardened and pebbled under their touch. Never before had my nipples been played with like this. It was as if they were hard-wired to my dick and ass.

The mouth that had been working my cock so expertly now moved to my nipples and began to alternately tongue them and nip at them. My groans grew louder. My nipples were tingling, my ass was on fire and my cock was harder than ever before. I was trembling from head to toe. I never wanted these intense sensations to end.

The fingers slipped from my ass and I groaned at the empty sensation. "No..." I groaned as I pushed my ass down, seeking out the fingers. I felt something brush against my hole as my legs were raised higher and propped onto strong, wide shoulders. Then something thick and blunt pushed against my entrance. It felt bigger than the fingers and it was wet and slick...

My eyes jerked open with the sudden realization that the person who'd been so thoroughly pleasuring me was another man. I froze in horror and he took that moment to push his cock into me.

I gasped. I opened my mouth to protest but nothing came out. My arms flailed but he took one wrist in each of his strong hands and held them against my calves as he began to thrust into me, finding my prostate as if it had a tracker on it, the blunt tip of his dick grazing back and forth over the sensitive gland.

I finally found my voice. "Oh, Ohhh!!" I burst out. He definitely knew what he was doing because fuck if I didn't keep thrusting back onto him as his cock bottomed out in me. Shit, I knew it was a guy and I didn't care. I wanted it!

Suddenly he quickened his pace and I gasped again, and began to cry out. "Oh fuck!" I moaned. "Fuck!!"

I arched my back and pushed into his thrusts. I was in ecstasy as his balls slapped my ass in a steady, staccato rhythm.

I couldn't get enough. I was still dazed from whatever I'd been given, but I knew enough that it was a guy who was fucking me and I was giving back just as good. I couldn't stop myself. Hell, I didn't want to stop myself. I wanted the release that was building in me like nothing I've ever wanted before. My cock was throbbing like never before and I was in a frenzied state of need and desire.

Time seemed to stand still as he drove harder and faster into me, seeming to go deeper with each thrust into my hole. He fucked me like this for a good fifteen minutes or more, me crying out the whole while, and this time, when my orgasm began to take over, he didn't stop it.

"I'm gonna come!" I yelled. "Fuck, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!" At the same moment I felt his cock pulsing inside me, filling the condom, I began to come as well. Finally.

As my cock erupted, shooting its load like a rocket and drenching my chest, neck and chin with stream after stream of semen, the door suddenly opened and the light turned on, bathing the room in bright light.

I was coming so hard that the light didn't register at first. Then I heard a familiar voice coming from the door; Austin, my good Samaritan. "Oh, wow, you're actually fucking the straight guy, Jason?"

Wait - what?! My head whipped around and... Jason? Jason!! Oh shit.

"Fuck yeah," Jason laughed as he pulled out of me and eased my legs down. "And he's totally into it. Hell, for a straight guy he's sure got a hungry hole!"

Oh my God! This wasn't happening.

"I can't believe you're fucking your partner," another voice said and I turned to see Nic hovering in the doorway with Charlie. "That's awesome."

"But he's a cop," Charlie pointed out.

"So?"

"How did you even - how did he-?"

"I think somebody must've slipped something into his drink," Jason said, a look of wide-eyed innocence on his face.

"What did you give him?"

"A little GHB mixed with liquid viagra and some Baclofen."

"Like a roofie that gives you a boner?"

Jason laughed. "Sort of. But with a roofie he wouldn't remember anything. He's definitely going to remember this."

"But won't he do something?" Nic asked.

"What's he going to do?" Jason replied, talking as if I wasn't even in the room. "I've got a nice video of him begging for it like some slut. Anybody who sees it will see that it was totally consensual. If anything, he might look a little wasted but we all saw how much he was drinking tonight. Trust me, he ain't gonna do anything."

Oh my God. He set me up. The scheming motherfucker set me up. Drugged me, fucked me, filmed me.

"Well, it sure looked like he was enjoying himself when we opened the door," Nic commented with a snicker.

"Oh, he most definitely was enjoying himself, that's for fucking sure," Jason agreed. "Like I said, for a straight guy" - he used his fingers to make air quotes - "he sure has a hungry hole."

I was too stunned to speak and could only lay there trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

Jason did up his pants and glanced at his watch. "Time to go, Kev," he said, reaching down and slapping my face, rousting me from my stupor. I dazedly found my briefs and slipped them on and was searching for my shorts when Austin came back into the room holding a glass. Jason took it from him and handed it to me.

"One for the road," he said. There was something in his voice, something that said, "Don't challenge me." I took the drink and downed it, ignoring the funky taste I don't know how I could've missed earlier. It was strong and I coughed and sputtered. The guys all laughed.

"I told you he was a pussy," Jason said.

I reached for my shorts but he held them out of my reach. "You're plenty dressed," he snapped. He yanked my t-shirt over my head and tossed my flip-flops at me. "You can put these on."

I fumbled into them and hung my head as I was paraded through the house in just my underwear and flip-flops. He slapped my ass and I felt my dick come back to life. What the fuck? I dumbly stared down and saw my dick was hard again and pushing out the front of my briefs.

I also noticed they looked wet. Wet and shiny. I touched them and they felt both slick and sticky. Oh my God, I'd been leaking pre-cum like a sieve! The front of my white briefs was so damp they were translucent, and with my hard dick pressed against the thin wet cotton, you could see I was circumcised!

I caught several looks of amusement and heard snickers and outright laughter as Jason marched me through the house like I was on a walk of shame.

By the time we reached his car whatever was in my drink hit me and I was so dizzy and woozy he had to help me into the front seat. He got into the driver's seat and reached over to fasten my seatbelt. He started the car and pulled away from the curb, his hand jerking me off through my briefs as he drove.

I only vaguely remember the ride home and don't recall going into my condo at all. I don't know if he carried me or what. I'm glad it was the middle of the night though, and my neighbors were asleep. I can't imagine what the furor would've been if anybody had witnessed me, straight-arrow Detective Kevin Brady, drunkenly stumbling about in the middle of the night wearing nothing but cum-soaked white briefs.

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In the early hours of the morning the events of the previous night began to slip into my dreams and I awoke with a raging hard-on. My head was throbbing, I was naked, and I had to piss like a racehorse. I was still in the throes of whatever Jason had drugged me with that I could hardly walk and ended up crawling on my hands and knees to the bathroom, my erect cock bobbing up and down, slapping my belly.

I relieved myself, avoiding looking at myself in the mirror. I couldn't even begin to process what had happened. What I'd done. I washed down two aspirin and staggered back to bed, thankful I had no plans in the morning so I could sleep in. I was out moments after my head hit the pillow.

When I woke next it was to a wet, tickling sensation in my ass. My head was still in a fog and it took me a few minutes to register what was going on. I was on my stomach with my legs spread and my fully erect dick pulled down awkwardly between them. I reached down to adjust it but found I couldn't move my arms. I struggled a little and heard metal clanging - what the hell?

I opened my eyes to see I'd been handcuffed - with my own cuffs no less - to the headboard. Well, my wrists had been pulled through the cast iron bars and then cuffed together.

"What the-" I groaned as I felt my butt cheeks being spread apart and a tongue driving into my ass.

"Good, you're awake," a voice - Jason - interrupted, slapping my bare ass hard. I yelped.

"What are-" I started to say, but he drove a lubed finger into my hole and suddenly I had no words.

"On your knees," he instructed as a second finger joined the first and began to twist.

"Oh fuck," I moaned, as I obeyed him, grabbing the headboard as he guided me to my knees and spread my legs.

"I'm going to breed you, Kevin," he said.

Breed? What did that- Wait! Oh God! I shook my head violently. "No," I gasped.

"Don't worry, I'm clean," he said as he slathered lubricant between my ass cheeks and worked it into my hole, my traitorous cock twitching at the familiar invasion. "I own you, Kevin. Detective Brady. And I've got enough video and pictures from last night that if you try anything, you're done."

I swallowed hard and croaked, "Last night. Oh God, oh fuck."

"You didn't see the GoPro on the dresser, but it saw you. In fact, there it is again." He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up and I saw the camera, mounted on a small tripod on my nightstand. I felt my cock give another lurch - what the hell?! - and felt a burp of pre-cum. I stared back at Jason, my mouth open.

"Your ass is mine," he said as he pushed into me, dispensing with any gentleness and going right into deep, hard strokes.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out.

"From now on I call the shots, got it? Me. Until I go back to my own precinct, I'm in charge. And when your partner's back...Eckert is it?" - I grunted my assent - "Yeah, Eckert - another fucking Boy Scout like you. Well, when Eckert's back in the field maybe I'll throw another party and invite the two of you. Would you like that? Would you like your partner initiated into our little games?"

I shuddered and gave a small nod.

"What's that?" he asked, grabbing my hair again and yanking my head up. "I didn't hear you."

"Yes," I gasped trying to catch my breath.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Sir."

"That's a good boy," he chuckled, letting go of my hair and patting my cheek. Then he pulled out, slapped my ass, and slammed back in, pounding my now fully receptive hole with hard, intense strokes.

I don't know how it happened, but here I was, a 15-year veteran of the Los Angeles Police Department, a seasoned and decorated homicide detective, being thoroughly dominated and fucked by my junior jack-off of a partner - a punk ten years younger than me. And I was loving it. Over the past twelve hours I'd experienced situations and sensations I'd never before imagined possible and my mind was blown. Fucking blown.

I felt exhilarated.

I felt dirty.

I wanted more.

As if reading my mind Jason yanked my head up again, leaned in close, and whispered, "Yeah, I'm gonna educate your asshole," he gusted, his breath tickling my ear. "Train it good."

My aching cock throbbed at the words. I needed to come so badly.

He continued to fuck me, telling me everything he had planned for me and Jon. The domination, humiliation, and degradation that was yet to come. And fuck if I wasn't looking forward to it all.

I heard a rustling noise and looked back to see him rummaging for something in a backpack that was lying next to me. He pulled out a small brown bottle. Poppers.

Still thrusting into me, he grabbed me by the hair again. I don't know how he did it, but using just one hand he held the bottle to my left nostril while pinching the right one shut.

"Breathe deep," he instructed and I obeyed. "Again, and hold it until I say."

After what seemed an eternity he gave the order for me to exhale. Oh shit... I knew what poppers were, of course, and I'd heard the effect they had, but this was beyond anything I would've ever thought.

There was an explosion of light behind my eyes as an intense, warm feeling surged through all my limbs and then rushed back to center on my groin.

"Another," Jason said. The bottle was at my other nostril. I obeyed and there was another rush. Another explosion. Another array of fireworks dancing across my brain. It felt like I was soaring up and up and up.

"Ohhhh..." I moaned. "Yessss..."

I heard him chuckle and then felt his hips shift. He changed his angle of entry and suddenly every thrust seemed to hit my prostate.

"What are you doing to meeee..." I sobbed as his cock mercilessly pegged my gland. He didn't respond as he quietly and ruthlessly fucked my brains out.

My dick was so hard and I could feel pearls of pre-cum forming every time he nailed my prostate. I moaned and realized I was also drooling. It was practically seeping from my lips, drenching the bedding below.

The poppers appeared again and soon I was back in a euphoric state as Jason continued to fuck me with long, deliberate strokes, each one seemingly more pleasurable than the last. My groans, like the night before, and turned into one long plaintive wail.

I don't know how long he fucked me this time, but it wasn't long enough. His hand on my hips were going to leave marks but I didn't care.

I felt him tense inside me and then he cried out. Suddenly my ass was flooded with his warm, wet release. He thrust a couple more times and then reached around, grabbed my cock, and began to jerk me off. He squeezed and tugged at my balls with one hand while he roiled the calloused palm of his other hand over my fat dick tip. That did it.