The Telemachus Story Archive

Good Cop, Bad Cop
Part 1 - Chapter 1
By Steve Stimle

Good Cop, Bad Cop

by Stimle (

Synopsis: A straight, by the book cop is dominated by his new partner.

“He’s insufferable,” I moaned, taking a bite of pizza and washing it down with a sip of beer. “He’s so arrogant. So smug. So--”

“So what you’re saying is, you miss me?”

“Yes, you ass!”

I was having dinner with my partner, Jon Eckert, at 800 Degrees, our favorite pizza place in Santa Monica, a few miles from where we both lived and worked.

Jon and I are homicide detectives for LAPD and have been partnered for just over three years. However, Jon’s been out for the past week recovering from knee surgery and will be on desk duty for the next two weeks when he returns Monday. In his place, I’ve been temporarily partnered with a wet behind the ears detective on loan from Van Nuys. Jason Kennedy was young and eager. He was also confrontational, insolent, and a real pain in my ass.

“I had to pull him aside this morning for a ‘come to Jesus’ meeting,” I said. “Let me just say he wasn’t happy.”

“You said he used to be in our division?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Patrol. He had a chip on his shoulder even back then. He transferred out just before you transferred here. He seems like a bigger dick now that he’s made detective.”

“Give him a break,” Jon said. “He’s green.”

“No, it’s more than that,” I said thoughtfully, taking another swallow of my beer. “I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s something hinky about him. It’s like he’s challenging me. Not just my authority and my experience, either, but me personally… maybe not physically, but definitely my manhood.”

“Your record and integrity speak for themselves,” Jon pointed out. “Everybody knows you and respects you, so that’s stupid of him to even try to go there. But to challenge you personally like that? That sounds petty and immature.”

“I don’t trust him.”

“Well, your instincts are usually spot on,” Jon acknowledged, reaching for another slice, “but I hope this is one time when you’re wrong.”

“Yeah, me too,” I said. At that moment my phone chimed with a text. “Speak of the devil,” I said, holding it up for Jon to see.

Jon squinted as he read the screen. *Sorry about today. Truce?* “That’s encouraging,” he said.

I sighed. *Sure,* I typed back. *Thank you.*

*Having some friends over. UCLA-Golden Bears game tonight. Wanna join me?*

“He wants me to watch the UCLA game tonight,” I said.

“You both graduated from UCLA, right?” Jon asked. When I nodded, he said, “Might be something to bond over.”

I shrugged and typed. *Sure. Where?*

*I’m staying at my parents’ place while they’re in Europe. It’s near the beach.* An address popped up.

“That’s a nice neighborhood,” Jon noted, “and not too far from here. Want me to drop you?”

I looked at my watch. “That’d be great. The game starts in twenty minutes. I can Uber home after.”

“Let’s roll,” Jon said, shoving the rest of the pizza into his mouth while gathering up our debris.

*See you in 20.* I typed to Jason and then slid my phone into my pocket.


“Nice place,” Jon said, whistling softly as he turned onto Marguerita Avenue, a quiet street lined with mature trees, and stopped in front of Jason’s parents’ house. The house was a huge Spanish hacienda on a large lot and looked professionally landscaped. There were a few cars in the driveway and more on the street, so Jason must be having other people over.

I’d called my girlfriend on the short drive over. She, Jon’s fiancée and my younger brother are academic librarians at UCLA and were at a conference in Oakland presenting a paper. They were scheduled to be back late tomorrow afternoon. I’d vented to her a few times this week about my run-ins with Jason. Like Jon, she thought the invitation was a positive sign and a gesture of goodwill.

I cast a glance over at Jon as I unbuckled my seatbelt. “No,” he said with a smirk, “I don’t want to join you.”

“Ass,” I muttered as I stepped out of the car. He laughed and flipped me the bird as he drove off.

Jason must’ve seen us pull up because he opened the large front door as I was walking up the sidewalk.

“Hey Kev, glad you could make it,” he called. “I guess since the old ball and chain is out of town you can go out tonight.”

“Ha, it’s not like that at all with my us,” I replied, bristling inwardly as I handed him the six-pack of Arrogant Bastard (a Freudian slip, I swear) beer I’d picked up along the way, pushing it a bit more forcefully into his arms than I’d intended.

“Chill, Kev, I was kidding,” he said, slapping me on the back. Yeah, right. I don’t know why I was letting him get under my skin like this, but I really needed to let it go.

He introduced me to a few people as we stepped inside, and by the way he was acting it was clear he’d already had a few drinks. I looked around and noticed that I was easily the oldest person at the party. Everybody looked at least a decade younger than my 38 years.

He gave me a tour of the house, introducing me as we went from room to room, then out back to the pool and back inside again. We went into the kitchen and I almost did a double-take when I saw the amount of liquor bottles on the large island. I’ve seen bars that weren’t as well stocked.

He put the beer in the fridge and turned to me. “Let me make you a real drink, Kev.” A real drink? Was he serious? I was too shocked and off-put to respond so I just leaned against the counter.

“You like whiskey sours?” he asked. Not waiting for me to answer, he scooped ice into a large tumbler and added a generous amount of Canadian Club whiskey.

“Uh, sure,” I said, my eyes widening at his heavy pour. If he was bartender tonight I was going to have to pace myself. I’m pretty much a beer and wine guy, and when I do drink hard liquor it’s usually something like Basil Hayden or Maker’s Mark: something I can sip slowly and savor, not guzzle like a frat guy.

“Here ya go, Kev,” Jason said, holding out the drink. I got the feeling he was sizing me up or something so I pushed away from the counter, rising to my full 6’4, a good six inches over his 5’10 - maybe 5’11 - and accepted the glass. It took a bit of an effort to keep my face schooled as I took a sip - oh yeah, I was definitely making my own drinks for the rest of the night - but he must’ve seen something because he gave me a knowing, almost challenging smirk. I stared at him. He stared back. I blinked first - shit - and gulped. I didn’t like this. I didn’t like this one bit.

He continued the introductions and I did my best to make small talk. Normally I don’t have a problem meeting new people, but most of the the people here, especially the guys, struck me as total douchebags. Most of the girls looked like those wannabe models on Instagram who post endless, filtered-to-heck selfies making that stupid duck face. Even if I didn’t currently have a girlfriend I’d have turned down the propositions I got as we made the rounds.

I wasn’t surprised that a few guys hit on me. This was West L.A., after all. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a problem with gay people. My younger brother, the librarian, is gay. In fact, his husband, who was my partner when I first joined the force, is my best friend.

The problem I do have with people - gay or straight - is when they won’t take no for an answer. But I didn’t think that was going to be a problem here.

I remembered the game was on and by the time I found the viewing party it was midway through the first quarter. There were only five of us watching on the big screen in the den, and I was relieved when Jason didn’t join us. Instead, he was out by the pool playing beer pong with some of the others.

I re-introduced myself to the guys in the room: Austin, Ryan, Charlie and Nic. We all talked a little as the game progressed. Austin had also graduated from UCLA - he was wearing a Bruins tank top - and we shared an instant bond. None of the others had gone to UCLA but they were still rooting for the Bruins. My older brother had graduated from Berkeley so we texted back and forth as the game went on, keeping up our long-distance rivalry.

As the first quarter was coming to an end I noticed that Charlie and Nic had moved closer to each other on one of the couches and were starting to make out. I laughed to myself thinking if they kept this up they were going to need a room.

When the first quarter ended I got up to get a beer. However, there wasn’t any to be found. Apparently the six-pack I’d brought was the only beer in the house, and that was going fast with the beer pongers. I shrugged and mixed myself another whiskey sour, going easy on the whiskey.

I went back to the den and noticed that Charlie and Nic had gone from making out to petting and full-on groping. I shook my head at their brazenness.

“Wanna join us?” Nic asked, brushing his hand up my leg as I eased past them.

“Sorry, no,” I said nicely and sat down.

“Your loss,” he replied.

I noticed Ryan was keeping more of an eye on them than the TV, but Austin and I were focused on the game. It was close and it seemed like whenever one team scored the other immediately tied it up.

At halftime it was 21-21. It was a good, tough game. I decided I needed to find Jason. I might as well play nice, especially since he’d invited me here to bury the hatchet, so to speak.

As I turned to go, I noticed that Charlie and Nic were now stroking each others' cocks through their shorts. Damn, I wondered if they were going to get naked.

I found Jason in the kitchen and, as I rinsed my glass in the sink, casually mentioned he might want to suggest to Charlie and Nic that they take their show to another room - preferably one with a bed. He just shrugged and told me it wasn’t a big deal as long as they cleaned up any mess they made. That surprised me but, not being my house, I couldn’t protest.

I wasn’t sure what else to say, so I decided to go back to the den. I grabbed a bottle of water from a cooler on the counter and turned to leave when Jason stepped in front of me. “Have another drink, Kev,” he said, crowding me. Normally I don’t like people in my personal space, so I don’t know why I let Jason invade mine.

“I’m good,” I said. “Thanks.”

“Don’t be a pussy,” he said dismissively, almost imperiously, taking the bottle of water from my hand and setting it down. My jaw nearly dropped as he picked up my glass and began mixing me another drink.

What was up with him? He was the one who’d called for a truce, but ever since I got here he’d been acting like this was some kind of pissing contest.

He gave the drink a quick stir and held out the glass. I took it without comment, along with the bottle of water, and left the kitchen. I felt his eyes on me as I walked down the hall and knew he sensed my unease.


The second half was just getting underway when I got back to the den. I saw that Charlie was now on his knees in front of Nic, sucking his dick, and I almost tripped over him as I made my way to my chair. I started to say something but thought better of it. It wasn’t my house or my party.

I couldn’t help but notice though, that Nic had a huge cock. It had to be at least nine inches long and as big around as my glass.

Charlie caught me staring and he came up for breath. He looked at my crotch and winked at me. I laughed a little uneasily, took a big sip of my drink, and returned my focus to the game.

I nursed my drink throughout most of the third quarter. It was strong and I should’ve dumped it, but I didn’t want to give Jason the satisfaction.

The game had turned into defensive struggle with neither team able to keep up much of a drive. During a time out near the end of the quarter, Austin, the other UCLA alum, grabbed another round for everybody. As he pressed the glass into my hand I almost said no, but I didn’t want to look rude or unappreciative. I gave him a nod of thanks and took a sip. Fortunately, it didn’t taste like Jason had mixed it. It tasted different than the drinks I’d had earlier, but it wasn’t bad.

By the time the third quarter ended the score was tied at 24 apiece. I’d finished half my drink and had to pee badly (I hadn’t gone since before leaving the restaurant) but found I was a little unsteady on my feet when I stood up.

I held onto the back of the couch as I mentally ticked off how much I’d had to drink tonight: one beer at the pizza place with Jon, and then one, two… shit… Apparently I’d had more to drink than I thought. Four whiskey sours - two of them fairly potent - was more hard alcohol than I’d had had in years. I was definitely feeling the effects and decided to stick to water for the rest of the night. No way did I want Jason seeing me drunk or even tipsy. I had a bad feeling that wouldn’t go well for me.

Charlie and Nic were now lying on the couch in a 69 position, their heads bobbing up and down like buoys in rough seas. They were also passing a small brown bottle back and forth - poppers - each taking a sniff here and there. I almost tripped over them as I maneuvered past, and barely managed to stay upright as I headed out the door. I don’t know why I kept staring at them, and I reddened when Nic caught me adjusting myself. He smiled broadly.

Fuck. Why did I have a boner?

I staggered down the hall in such a fog that I passed right by the bathroom. Realizing my error, I stopped and spun around. Mistake. My feet got tangled in each other and I pitched forward. Austin was right there though, and grabbed me, preventing me from executing a spectacular faceplant. Even though he was shorter than me, maybe 6’1 to my 6’4, he was stronger and easily scooped me up.

He helped me into the bathroom and held me up as I got into position. My fingers fumbled with my zipper but I was having trouble getting it undone. Before I knew it, Austin reached around, pushed my hands away, and unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. He then reached into my briefs, pulled my cock out, and pointed it at the bowl. I wanted to protest but it was just as well he was there because as soon as my dick was out and aimed, I let loose a full on jetstream.

As I watched the water in the toilet bowl turn yellow, the cop in me was telling me something was wrong. But there was a warm, glowing feeling sweeping over me, shushing me and assuring me that everything was just fine, and that feeling was winning out because suddenly it was too hard to think of why anything would be wrong. I relaxed against Austin as he held me up, still holding my dick while I pissed, not even tracking that his free hand was slowly easing my shorts over my ass and down my legs.

I struggled to find the words to thank him for his help, but couldn't think of anything to say other than a lame, “Thanks, man.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he laughed, giving my dick a slight squeeze to make sure I was finished. “You’re not the first guy I’ve helped do this." He then gently shook off my dick, tucked it back into my briefs, and steadied me on my feet.

I turned to leave but my feet got tangled in my shorts that were now somehow puddled at my ankles and I lost my balance, almost falling again. My good Samaritan was right there to catch me, though. My knees were buckling as he held me, sagging, against the wall. “Easy there, Kevin,” he said as he put his hand on the back of my head and buried my face in his sweaty armpit.

I didn’t resist and after several seconds and a few whiffs of him, he pulled me up to my full height and held onto me as he backed us out of the bathroom. I was really dizzy and didn’t even realize he’d had me step completely out of both my shorts and flip-flops so that I was stumbling about in just my vintage Fleetwood Mac t-shirt and tight white briefs.

Instead of helping me back to the living room where the game was going into the fourth quarter, he pushed open another door along the hall and carried me - arms wrapped around my waist and lifting me off the ground - over to the bed. He set me down, turned me so I was facing him, and eased me down onto the bed. As I flopped onto my back, he grabbed my legs and maneuvered me until I was lying with my head on the pillow.

“Just lie here and sleep it off a bit,” he said. I was so out of it I didn’t register what was going on. I shut my eyes and told myself to rest for a few minutes.


I must’ve passed out because when I opened my eyes again the lights were off and I was completely naked from the waist down. And… what the hell? There was something draped over my face, a fabric of some kind that smelled male and musky. Oh shit. No way. I reached a hand for it - my arms felt so heavy and I felt so sluggish - and squinted at it in the darkness. My briefs? What the fuck? How did my underwear get on my face?

Then I felt it. Warm, wet heat. A mouth on my cock. Holy shit, somebody was in here giving me a blow job!

I managed to lift my head, but my eyes hadn’t adjusted to the dark yet, so I couldn’t see who was servicing me. But… damn, it sure felt good! So good, in fact, I don’t think I’d have stopped it even if I could have! I felt myself getting close to coming, that familiar tingle in my balls getting more pronounced, and I began thrusting my hips into the mouth on me.

I wanted that release - needed it badly - and after a few seconds I felt it. My cock started to throb and then spurt after spurt of cum gushed into the sucking mouth. It was so intense and whoever was down there was working overtime to swallow it all down. Then I felt a finger push into my ass and I erupted even more. I passed out.


I woke again and wondered if the blow job had been a dream. I started to sit up only to discover that it hadn’t been a dream: I was naked from the waist down and my briefs were resting on my chest. I sat up and put them on, but I was still out of it and crashed back heavily onto the bed. I lay there for a moment and then climbed to my feet again and felt my way to the door.

I staggered back into the den. The opening credits to Saturday Night Live were blaring on the TV so I’d been out longer than I thought. Austin and Ryan were gone, but Charlie and Nic were still there, too engrossed in each other to register my return.

My still half full drink was sitting where I’d left it and I sat down and reached for it. My throat was dry and I gulped it all down.

“There you are,” Austin said, walking back into the room. He looked at me slumped in the chair - I still hadn’t realized I wasn’t wearing my shorts - and smirked. “Feeling better?”

I nodded. My head was still thick and murky, but at least it wasn’t spinning anymore. “Thirsty. Need to find my phone,” I slurred. “Have you seen it?”

“The question should be, have you seen your pants?” Nic said with a snicker. He and Charlie were looking at me appraisingly.

I gave him a querying look and then gazed down. “Fuck!” I gasped as I climbed to my feet to a chorus of laughter.

“Nice tighty whities!” Nic called after me as I stumbled out of the room. How the hell could I not know I was half naked?

I wove my way down the hallway, searching for the room I’d been in, when I realized I had to pee again and made a stop in the bathroom. I caught my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were glassy and I had a dazed look on my face. I also had a major boner tenting the front of my briefs.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned as I fished my dick out and pissed, bracing myself with one arm against the wall and doing my level best to hit the bowl. I finished and quickly tucked my dick away.

Extremely embarrassed that I was only in my ‘tighty whities’ and sporting such a massive erection, I moved as quickly as I could to the bedroom where I hoped my shorts - and phone - would be. I needed to get an Uber. No, I needed to call Jon to come get me.

I had to hug the wall but finally made it to the room and found the light switch. I flipped it on and spied my shorts on the floor next to the bed. I bent down to pick them up but when I went to stand back up straight, I swooned. I grabbed for the nightstand to keep from falling and managed to sit on the bed. My head was spinning in a daze again and I slumped onto my back.


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.


“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.


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.

“Fuck!!” I screamed and I began to ejaculate, hard. As my cock exploded, Jason pushed my head down and aimed my spurting dick at my face. It shot up my abs and chest and spattered my neck and chin, even getting into my nose and mouth. I didn’t even realize I was licking my lips as big droplets of cum dripped from my face onto my rumpled sheets.

The End...?

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