Partnering With The Pi

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Part 1: The deal

The plaque on the door was tarnished and one could barely make out the writing: Ted Lee, Private Investigative Services. A small desk lamp provided the only illumination, as the dingy skylight was displaying the overcast day outside. Ted was hunched over his clutter desk, going over the rolodex of previous clients for the past 5 years. His white sleeveless t-shirt and tight khakis were already clinging to his skin. With the air conditioning unit on the fritz again, the whole office, tiny as it was, reeked of sweat and deodorant. The wad of unwashed clothes piled on the overstuffed leather love seat gave off a hint of semen, probably from those nights spend alone here fighting off his frustration and need for relief.

Up to three months ago, business was fairly brisk and he had a bankroll, and then some. The last active case changed all that, almost in a blink of an eye. Now there were no calls and regular clients did not return his calls. These were desperate time, to put it mildly.

A sharp rap on the door, followed by a gush of hot air, brought Ted out of his depressed stupor. TJ Delfino let himself in and plopped half his ass on the edge of the desk. He and Ted met at the Training Academy during their rookie year with NYPD. TJ took to the job with great success, having the looks, personality and skills to master policing. He made detective after less than five years, and was being groomed for higher positions within the department. Ted, on the other hand, became disenchanted with the rigid military structure and ethnic ass-kissing that permeated the organization, and left after a year on the beat. He finished his AA degree in Criminal Justice and took out a license for private investigation. He found the work generally rewarding, sometimes sordid, but always providing the income he needed to maintain his low-maintenance lifestyle.

TJ had that sleepy-eyed look that always made one think of seductive “bedroom eyes”, matched by a slight stubble on his lower half of his face. Not unexpectedly, he was a gym fanatic, buff but not a muscle-head like some of his compatriots on the force. Being on plainclothes duty all the time now allowed him to dress in street jock fashion His open denim shirt with cut off sleeves showed off his well-developed guns. A grungy “wifebeater” undershirt was stretched over well-developed pecs, and hinted at nipple jewelry underneath. A pair of frayed skinny faded jeans provided peeks in strategic areas, most prominently the crotch tear that offered a teasing view of his left nut and blond fuzz. Unlaced hi tops completed his undercover costume.

His ass sort of grinded on the desk, leaning toward Ted, as he let his left hand run down his outlined cock.

“Teddy, my boy”, TJ started out, knowing how Ted hated being referred by that nickname, and more so by the “boy” putdown. “Things aren’t buzzing in this joint like it used to, huh?”, as if he didn’t already know the situation.

Ted’s response was to push back on his desk chair, arms behind his head, exposing his soaked pits. His khaki slacks were already unbuttoned and slightly unzipped to offer his body heat some escape, and he purposely spread them wider. He was always commando and this was obvious in the damp bulge that protruded from his left side.

TJ took up the response by placing his right hand on Ted’s knee, just below the outlined cock. He looked Ted in the eye, just an inch away from his face.

“I think I can help you out here, maybe get things rolling again for your business. Of course, I’d get something out of it for my job, so it ain’t all charity. Interested?”

 

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Part 2: [Three months earlier] Ted’s narrative

I had a message asking me to call a Brandon Mills at the Teens Building Foundation. The subsequent meeting with Brandon was to be a turning point in my private investigator’s career, something I regretted to this day. Essentially I was being asked to investigate if the Foundation’s program director , Matthew Asuncion, was having illicit contacts with the organization’s target population, single-parent teen males, and if his behavior was counter to the Foundation’s goal of developing healthy youngsters into upstanding young men through sports and counseling in the designated community centers throughout the city. The board of directors had a strong fundamental religious standard, and viewed their success as resulting in straight moral boys who would marry and procreate. There was no room for deviation from this position, and anyone (staff or participant) not adhering to this standard was immediately removed from the program.

I was left to develop my own strategy to provide foolproof evidence of any misconduct by the program director. After discreetly talking to staff and some of the program graduates, I devised a plan to bait Matthew into an uncompromising position, as my information was pretty strong that the director’s pattern of behavior was predictable. Through his personnel assistant Jerry, I found that Matt would write off monthly massage sessions on company funds, and tended use different male masseurs only once, to avoid any connections to this irregular activity.

Soon after, I managed to have Jerry hire me for his boss’next session, presenting forged credentials as a CPT in New York State. The massages usually occurred in the physical therapy room, a private spacious area with a shower, set aside to treat sports related injuries to the teen participants. The appointment was set for 8:00 in the evening Wednesday, after all activity ended and staff left.

I came in early to set up the table and prepare myself for my part. I actually had done some sports and deep tissue massage, as one of my college electives, so I was comfortable in acting the role of masseur. The lights seemed unusually bright, but playing with the switches did not dim them. After laying the oils, sheet and towel out, I stripped down and pulled a pair of thin white unlined running briefs from my bag. Looking at myself in the wall mirror, I was proud that I had maintained my physique, even though I was turning 31 in a few months. My toned body only sprouted wiry black hair in the pits and groin region. The tanning booth at my gym provided a nice even glow to my skin, unbroken by any tan line. My flaccid four inches prominently peeked out at the bottom edge of the flimsy short shorts, and I hoped not to let it get out of control. Yeah, I’m “a grower, not a shower”.

I heard the door open and slam shut with a locking click, and turned around to greet Matt, who seemed less than cordial in demeanor. He was a tall, somewhat heavyset middle-aged guy of mixed Asian-Hispanic background, with features that one could describe as “daddy handsome”. He had on a tank top and sweat pants that he immediately removed and dropped on the chair. He stepped into the shower and started lathering himself.

“You, get over here and get my backside. Didn’t Jerry tell you the procedure?”, sounding displeased at the delay.

“Name’s Ted, sir”, as I hopped into the shower and began with his shoulders. As I reached below the waist, I stopped, but was immediately reprimanded to continue down. As I rubbed beneath his hairy butt cheeks, I detected a thrusting action and let my middle finger slide down and probe his hole. Suddenly the water was turned off and he turned around, running his eyes up and down my wet body. Of course, my shorts were now totally transparent, and this blatant state caused a stirring movement. Think it had grown another couple more inches that were now on display.

Matt grabbed a towel and dried off, plopping on his stomach on the table. I quickly followed suit, but felt I should leave my wet shorts on, see-through as they were. I started my message with his legs, dripping oil on each and pushing up to his thighs. As I leaned into his feet, I could feel his toes pressing and maneuvering into my groin and teasing my cock. When I moved on his backside, he had his arm at the edge of the table and immediately groped my fully erect eight-inch cock that was now pointing outside of the shorts. This went for the other side too. At this point, it took all my efforts not to shoot a load right there. Finally moving to the head position, I bent over to do his neck and shoulders. I felt Matt pull down my shorts and spreading my cheeks, followed by a couple fingers moving around my exposed hole. At this point, he raised his head and immediately engulf my entire 8 inches in one swift move. I needed to act fast before I blew my weeklong supply of jism.

[Confession time: Until today, I actually have had limited male-on-male contact, unless you count the rubdowns, we gave each other in that college massage class. At that time, I found myself enjoying the touching, but sadly it never went into erogenous zones.

I have dated and got to “third base” with some women at bar pickups, but I found myself turned off by the expectation that we had to end up in my bed just to please them. So, my interaction with the opposite sex has tended to be more for social purposes.]

 

[aieaguy50]

Part 3: Taping Evidence

Ted’s cock was in a tight oral clamp by Matt on the massage table. Fighting that overwhelming urge to release at any second, Ted somehow managed to reach under the table, where he has hidden his go-pro camera. Fumbling for the controls, he managed to keep Matt’s oral fixation on his throbbing cock, long enough to capture a half minute of footage showing Matt’s lips on his now erupting cock. That release came in five powerful spurts that overflowed onto the director’s face and the sheet beneath him. Through it all, a trembling Ted maintained enough composure that allowed him to keep his go-pro focused on his subject.

Matt was too much into the moment to realize what was initially happening, until he flipped over to lap up the remaining drips from Ted’s still swollen member. He immediately brought his face up to the camera, and in a mad panic, tried to grab it away. As he attempted to lift himself, his hand slipped on the mound of semen below and caused his body to roll off-balance onto the cold tile floor. The footage of the program director’s naked body and his cum-covered face were to provide more than enough evidence that Ted needed to complete his investigation.

A week later, the Foundation board fired Matt Asuncion in a close session meeting. Ted was paid for his efforts, and was required to turn over the go-pro tape evidence to the board. Just as he thought the matter was completed on a high note, his troubles were just beginning.

Matt Asuncion apparently has “friends in high places” and called in more than a few favors. He hired some high-profile lawyers to sue to Foundation, the board members, and Ted for defamation of character. Somehow the tape used as evidence disappeared, and so it was Ted’s word against his that anything improper had occurred in the massage session. In fact, Matt accused Ted of sexual molestation and abuse in that incident. A number of board members who viewed the tape ended up resigning from the board, and refused to confirm Ted’s evidence. In addition, it seems that a deputy municipal prosecutor was preparing to file charges against Ted for improperly representing himself as a licensed CPT. Somehow the forged certificate had found its way to her office.

Things went downhill fast after that. Because of the publicity and the involvement of a number of prominent lawyers representing the ex-program director, and the deputy prosecutor’s pending charges, Ted found his client base vanished into thin air. He ended up cashing in whatever stock he had to pay off a second-rate attorney, only to find that after the money ran out, so did his attorney. He was even ready to consider hocking his diamond earring, his only asset of value, bought in a splurge moment visiting Thailand last year.

 

[aieaguy50]

Part 4: Present time

TJ was pleased to see Ted look up, whether it was from his offer or his hand moving up the PI’s knee. He quickly moved from the desk to the love seat, after pushing off the pile of rank clothes.

“Hell, you hid your cum rag in there, or something?” TJ had to make his snarky jab, not realizing that was probably closer to the truth. Slapping at the other half of the leather sofa, he motioned for Ted to join him.

“Think you might like to see this first, buddy”, as he pulled his I-phone from his hip pocket.

Ted reluctantly hauled his sweaty body and wedged himself uncomfortably between TJ and the armrest. TJ flung his left arm around Ted’s back, resting in on his shoulder while pulling him in closer. Both men had to be intensely aware of their body warmth and pit scents, as they both squirmed against each other in a show of alpha dominance. At this point, TJ flicked on his phone to display a split screen video. Ted’s eyes widened, as he pulled the phone close to his view. There on the screen were two angled videos of him moving in the occupational therapy room, setting up for the massage with Matt. It followed through the next ten minutes with the shower scrub, and the first half of the message session, in clear color.

“Here’s my favorite part”, TJ interjected, as the video showed Matt began to molest Ted’s ass and then engulfed his swollen eight-inch cock in on gulp. Ted sat transfixed by the tape; mouth wide open in shock.

“Think that’s enough for now”, as TJ shut down the screen.

Now, Ted was ready to tear into the cop, had TJ not made a swift defensive move on top of him to pin him down.

“What the fucks going on, you bastard!” Ted could barely speak from the pinned position. “How did you record me and Matt? And fuck, why?”

“Promise you’ll calm down and let me explain?” TJ backed off, as he saw Ted looking angry but sitting in a stunned stupor the next second. The shuffle had lifted up the t-shirt and pulled down Ted’s zipper, exposing his tanned torso, plus the top half of a hefty piece of his engorged cock. Ted didn’t seem to notice or care, just staring straight into TJ’s eyes.

“Okay, let me start by saying that NYPD did not expect to see this action, when we set up our surveillance equipment in that room. For the past six months, we were trying to set up a sting for a rumored human trafficking ring centered around the Foundation. You just happened to get caught in the middle, while you were doing your own thing. Unfortunately, we couldn’t, and still can’t, reveal the existence of this operation, until we are able to complete the sting and make our arrests.”

“So, you’re leaving me hanging, even though the footage will prove my side of the story?’ Ted stared at him for an answer that would prove useful to his situation. He remembered the bright lights and the switches in that PT room that wouldn’t adjust. “And just how much more of me do you have on the remaining footage.”

“Yeah, something like the next five minutes of you. Let just say that you have a lot of potential for a career in porn, if you need a day job.”

Ted leapt forward, but not before TJ grabbed him by the hips and shoved him back down. Ted’s cock had now fully popped out, and seemed to be responding excitedly to this minor physical altercation between the two.

“Hey, asshole…here’s where the deal comes in, if you give me a chance to finish. We found out that this Matt Asuncion guy is the one heading this ring, and we need to get someone in closer to confirm his direct involvement in these activities.”

“And you think somehow this is where I come in?” Ted sat back and unconsciously reached for his exposed dick, slowly rubbing it. This did not go unnoticed by TJ, who had to shift his now fully aroused dick further down his leg.

“NYPD brass figures maybe you can try and bargain with Asuncion that you both drop your claims, which would save him a bundle of money and time. Then you could plead for a piece of the action, given your dire financial and professional situation.”

“And you think he’ll go for that second part because...”

“Because you have physical attributes that he could enjoy… again”. That smirk on TJ’s face was directed at Ted’s crotch, where he was now pulling hard on his freed eight-inch piece. That was TJ’s cue to kneel in front of Ted’s man spread, and run a tongue up the length of the swollen shaft. For the second time, Ted felt like he was being used, and realized how he was beginning to enjoy it. Grabbing the cop along the sides of his head finally gave Ted a sense of control. Maybe things were going to be looking up soon.

 

[aieaguy50]

Part 5: TJ’s narrative

I forced myself to keep some distance between the two of us over the next few days, as I could see the situation getting too complex if the sexual tensions got in the way of the next crucial phase of the operation. Ted seemed confused and hungry for some indication that it was not just business as usual.

Okay, I gotta come clean on this sting operation, which was essentially my assignment. I had convinced my vice squad captain that rumors circulating about a teen male sex trafficking ring was actually going on right under our noses, in this Foundation program in our precinct. After confirming from some sources to remain unnamed, I had a team discreetly set up the surveillance cameras in the PT room at the Foundation offices. Over the past weeks, I obtained footage of Matt bringing in men to the room where one of the program boys would be waiting. What followed was usually oral and occasionally anal sex between the youth and visitor, although on occasion Matt brought in some S/M gear that his boys used on their gentlemen participants. Generally, Matt would leave the room after the setup, and only watched from a corner of the room if he stayed. I have to say that most of the action in that room would rival any porn film, and often left me exhausted after blowing loads from all the visuals provided.

The captain felt that there still wasn’t enough evidence to convict Asuncion of the trafficking charge; there had to be some way to have him say or show that he directed the action. So, when I proposed using Ted as “bait”, the captain was hesitant to use a civilian, potential exposing him to danger and the department to liability. I proposed wiring him for a meeting with Asuncion, but left out the details. He agreed on the condition that I stick close by Ted. His exact words were to “be on his ass at every turn”. Yep, those are my orders, and I intend to do just that.

When I called Ted to show up at headquarters that afternoon, he sounded relieved that I hadn’t actually abandoned him after all. As I laid out my plan to him, I could see the hesitation in his eyes. What I had set up was a meeting with him and Matt, at Asuncion’s condo building, which took some effort going through one of my “stooges”. To seal the deal with Ted, I grabbed him in a headlock and told him I’d buy him a couple beers at my favorite saloon down the street. He took the friendly offer, and we headed out the door.

Sammy’s is a dimly-light, old-style barroom, and as such only attracted a handful of loyal customers, one of them being me. I set up for shots with beer backs for the two of us, moving to a booth in the back.

“So, Ted, you comfortable entering this sordid world of gay exploitation?”, I started out our conversation, to get a feel for his ability to handle the upcoming meeting.

“Umm, I’ve seen enough on TV and papers to be aware of such things.” Ted lied, not wanting to show his naiveite and lack of experience, considering how he tended to present himself as a worldly private investigator to his clients.

“So, you know about sucking dick and rimming buttholes?” I decided to be blunt at this point, fully knowing that I was dealing with a virgin.

“Ah, sure. Not much to it, right?”

At this point, I looked around the nearly empty barroom. Patrons were seated at the bar or the one couple at a table near the other end of the room. I jumped up and pushed into the other side of the table bench, wedging Ted against the wall. I have to admit this was really not part of the plan, but wanted it so much. I unzipped my jeans, and going commando as always, easily whipped out my cock. It had hardened into its 7.5 inches (I had it measured once!) and started putting out pearls of precum immediately.

“Go ahead and suck me off, like you would know how. Put your money where your mouth is.” I snickered, as I pulled his head into my crotch. His resistance lasted about three seconds before I felt his lips touch my cock. He moved his mouth around, trying to insert my cock into it. He immediately went into a choking fit.

“Fuck, dude. Watch the teeth!” I hissed, hoping he didn’t draw blood on that move. He sheepishly came up for air, looking around to make sure nobody was noticing the booth action. With a determined grin, he dove back down onto my throbbing cock, as I tried helping by moving his head in a gently bobbing motion. After about five minutes of slow, slobbering gulps, he had managed the first five inches. Feeling a bit guilty, I pulled him up for a break. He quickly moved his right hand to continue attending to my demanding cock, roughly pulling and pushing the swollen rod into a tender mess. The idea of breaking in a virgin mouth in a semi-open place was enough to bring me to a point of climax. Surprisingly Ted dipped his head back onto the tip, and managed to catch my first couple squirts into his mouth. The rest went up his nose and into his hair, giving him a wet, ghastly appearance, and dripping down to my jeans. Half laughing, I pulled out my t-shirt and wiped off as much as I could from his face, so he could breathe.

Ted sat back, and I couldn’t read his feeling at this point. Then he reached for his shot glass of whiskey, and downed the whole thing in one gulp.

“Anything else I should know?” He had this shit-eating grin which told me he was eager to try more.

 

[aieaguy50]

Part 6: Wired

TJ arranged for Ted to meet in the crime lab the next day, when the meeting was set to happen. Ted now seemed to carry himself like a man who had been tested and came out a winner. In a closed off exanination room, there was a table draped with towels and set up with some type of electronic gear for the bug he was to wear in the meeting. Next to it looked like some shaving gear, and jars of cream or ointments. TJ and a lab tech were both gloved and hovering over the electronics.

“Nestor here will fit you for the earpiece, so hop on the table.” TJ directed. The insertion went easily, and Nestor turned toward the shaving gear.

“Thanks, Nestor. You can go now. I’ll handle the rest”. TJ dismissed the tech, who appeared confused at the direction. TJ walked to the door and latched the lock after he exited, before tuning to Ted.

“Okay, the next part of this wiring in placing the transmitter on your body. Knowing that you will be thoroughly frisked before meeting Asuncion, we need to conceal this piece where it would unlikely be detected in the body pat down. So, I gotta ask you to lose your jeans for now.” Ted gave a quizzical look, but unzipped and pulled down his black skinny jeans, pulled off his boots, and finally shuck jeans on the floor,

“Shit, I should have told you to wear some skivvies, which would have provided more padding during the frisking”.TJ eyed the now familiar equipment.

“That would be a problem, since I haven’t had any since high school.” Ted clutched his cock and balls teasingly at the cop, hoping to elicit a reaction. Which it did, as TJ tried to adjust his excited member bacj down his pant leg.

“And where exactly did you plan on putting the device?” Ted already suspected his answer, as he propped himself on the table.

“We (as in just me) figured the perineum would be the most inconspicuous location. So, lay back and place your legs wide apart on the table, if you don’t mind”.

“Like I got a choice?” Ted suddenly felt vulnerable in this position, once again exposing himself to TJ.

“I gotta do this right, dammit”, as TJ pulled the gloves of his hands, and rubbed his bare hands together.

“First I gotta get you cleaned up, so I can adhere the transmitter to your body”. TJ tried to make it sound all business. Ted felt the set of bare hands push his thighs wider apart, follow by a cold spray that started up by the balls and moved down to his butt. Looking up between his legs, he saw TJ start to apply a warming gel to the whole area, massaging it in probably more than necessary.

“Hey, keep still now, or you might lose a nut”, TJ grinned, as he applied a safety razon first to the scrotum sack. He held the balls like a pair of dice, rolling and squeezing them gently, while the other hand removed the scant pubes in that area. By the time he moved the razor the perineum, Ted as fighting of the urge to jack his swollen cock.

When TJ got to the butt area, there was little hair except for the few surrounding the rosebud. But that had to come off too, for whatever reason. Putting down the razor, TJ began wiping the whole shaved area with a wet, warm towel he had taken from a warming oven under the table.

“Just about done, buddy. Think you can hold out a bit longer?” TJ fanned the damp area to dry.

“Depends on what I have to hold out for.” Ted raised his crotch and did a little jiggle, while gripping his full erection at this point.

Ted dabbed on a warm gel, working it into the perineum. Picking up a thin silver device the size of a quarter, he pressed it to the flesh and held it there for a minute His other hand had found its way near the opening of his butthole, and the movement startled Ted.

Without warning, TJ pulled the towel, and Ted’s open legs toward the edge of the table, centered in front of him. Simultaneously, Ted felt a set of lips taking in his cock and a lubricated finger inserted into his tight hole. TJ worked his middle finger deeper into the hole, knowing exactly the spot he was looking for. When he found the prostate, he applied a gently massaging pressure to the organ, sending Ted into convulsions. This was immediately followed by an ejaculation like he had never experienced, send huge ropes of semen that escaped TJ’s lips and down his chest.

Time seemed to have stopped for a least five minutes for Ted, as he laid flat on the table breathing heavily. When he looked over to TJ, the cum-covered cop was using a towel to try and remove the evidence from this encounter. His soaked shirt lay next to another used towel.

“So, that completes today’s training. Now for the real thing. Get dressed.”

Ted had jumped off the table and struggled to stuff his sweaty self into his skinny jeans. When it became obvious that it was not going to happen, TJ threw up his hands, and proceeded to unzip and pull down his pair. Even being slightly larger than the PI, it was still going to be tight. As Ted pushed his gummy cock into TJ’s jeans, he felt a large damp spot of jism gripping his.

“Dammit, we gotta get you there in the next half hour. Let’s move!”, TJ shouted as he turned to the supply closet and pulled out a disposable set of lab coveralls. He quickly opened the front and jumped his naked body into the snug outfit. It seemed so out of place for the fashion-conscious cop to be wearing a thin blue paper covering that did little to conceal his physique.

 

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Part 7: The bust

Ted walked through the lobby, and was met at the elevator by a short, well-built Asian in a dark jumpsuit, the requisite dark glasses, and a .45 holstered to his waist. No words were exchanged as they rode up to the 12th floor. It appeared to be the only unit on this floor. Before opening the entry, “guard guy” told Ted to raise his arms for a pat down. He was very thorough, digging into armpits and roughly rubbing up-and-down his pant legs, ending with an extended cupping of his genitals.

The door opened to a large living area walled on one side with floor-to-ceiling glass windows. He saw Matt Asuncion seated in a leather recliner, apparently in the middle of a pedicure by a petite Asian woman. He dismissed her with a grunt, and guard guy pulled Ted in front of Matt. He was dressed in a black velvet robe, and apparently nothing else, as the opening exposed a bare thigh.

“So, you think you can bargain your way out of this one, asshole!” Matt leaned forward and his open robe displayed a shaven pubic area with a small cock and tight ball sack.

“Yes, I think we can both come out ahead, if we put aside the legal fight, and dump the lawyers.”

“And I should trust you because?”

“This incident has left me without cash and clients. I’m looking for a way to get back on my feet. I hear that you have some business arrangements that maybe I can help you out.”

“I think you heard wrong. But I am always looking for hungry help. So, what do you think you know?”

“Word on the street is that you handle a trade that meets gentlemen’s selective types for partners. And that you’re solid on promised goods. Am I close?”

“And why approach me regarding this so-called business?” Matt cupped his undersized cock and stared straight at Ted.

“You are known as the kingpin, and nothing can happen without your knowledge or approval. Everything goes through you. I want a piece of this action, and I’m smart enough to know that you hold the key to my entering.”

“I’m beginning to like you, like that initial night we met. Perhaps there is a place for you in my organization.”

“So, I’m right in figuring out that you’re the one to speak to. The kingpin, as it were.”

“Yes. Right. Kingpin. But this discussion bores me. I need to know what value you offer to me.” With that, Matt pulled his robe back and moved up to the edge of the chair. His cock had actually sprouted into a three-inch rod, and Matt was trying to coax a tiny drop of precum to form.

Taking this as his cue. Ted got on his knees and lowered himself to the small sex organ. He was able to swallow it whole, and remembered not to teeth it. This was nowhere as pleasurable as TJ’s piece, with the taste and aroma of that stud cop fresh on his mind.

Almost instantly, Ted tasted a sour discharge in small spurts coming from the tiny cock. And it was gladly over. Ted stood up, hoping that TJ had recorded enough to seal the arrest.

“We are not done yet. To ensure that you remember who the kingpin is, let’s call it sealing an act of loyal with me. Amos will assist in the next part.”

Guard guy Amos suddenly grabbed Ted and led his to a grey lowboy chair.

“Bend over.” Turning to Matt, Amos bowed and said, “For your viewing pleasure, boss.”

With that, he pushed Ted down, so that his ass sat over the chair’s edge. Ted struggled to turn, but was smacked on the side of the face. Then he heard a tearing sound and a rush of cool air on his butt cheeks. Amos had managed to split the back seat of his jeans, and had spread his ass wide open. Ted panicked for two reasons: one, he was about to be raped, and two, the transmitter was likely to be exposed. In either case, the results were going to be extremely bad.

Ted screamed as Amos began roughly inserting a dry finger into his hole. Unlike TJ’s gentle TLC, this digit felt like a burning rod. With his other hand, Amos had unbelted his holster and unzipped his jumpsuit all the way down to his crotch. This now allowed Amos to pull off the sleeves one at a time, and let the jumpsuit drop down to his knees. He was commando underneath, and for an Asian, he had a full suit of body hair, giving him the appearance of a grizzly bear. As Ted felt the finger probe being removed, he dreaded the its replacement.

Off to the side, he first heard a loud crack, followed by shouting. He felt Amos turn away, at which point he saw a flurry of blue movement. It was TJ to the rescue, with his hostage team bursting in behind! As Amos tried to reach for his firearm on the floor, TJ pounced on him, and brief wrestling match ensued. The near naked Amos struggled to stay on his feet, which were tangled by his jumpsuit. He managed to grab TJ, and throw him aside. However, he was quickly brought down by TJ’s kick to his exposed genitals. TJ grinned at Ted, as he cuffed the kneeing Amos. As he yanked him up, TJ shoved two fingers up his butthole, resulting in a muffled cry from the bodyguard.

“Nobody touches my property.” Ted heard him whisper into Amos’ ear as he brushed by with the naked bear. Looking around, Ted saw that Matt was already cuffed and being led off to the police van, as they recited his rights to him.

Having handed Amos off to the squad, TJ came behind a still somewhat stunned Ted, and pulled him into a tight bear hug from behind. Ted had to smile as his bare ass make contact with an exposed cock.

In TJ’s tussle with Amos, the guard had torn the center seam of TJ’s paper coveralls, leaving him uncovered from his lower chest to the kneecaps. The shredded remains of the coveralls did nothing to hide the fact that he wore nothing underneath, and in fact, bordered on the obscene now with TJ’s aroused state. Ted nuzzled back with a gyrating movement, that only made TJ even more horny than he had been.

“So, about time the cavalry came to the rescue. Didn’t you think I was needing intervention a bit earlier.”

“Actually, the elevators were full up, and we had to wait for the next one.” TJ was trying to hide his smirk.

“We got a good recording on the conversation, in addition to some other interesting sounds. But when I heard that ripping sound, I had to punish him for ruining my favorite pair of jeans.” TJ nudged Ted playfully, which he responded with a mock show of anger.

“…and I wasn’t kidding about nobody touching my property. I get first dibs on that piece.”

 

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Part 8: Epilogue

Matt Asuncion was convicted on two counts of sex trafficking, and one for money laundering, in a plea deal with the Prosecutor’s Office, which dropped 13 other charges. He was sentenced to 30 years prison, with possibility of parole in 20 years. His defamation lawsuit was dismissed against all parties.

The Foundation revamped its board of directors, which then quietly voted to compensate Ted 1.3 million for damages resulting from their failure to provide assistance, but only after he dropped his lawsuit for defamation against them.

The deputy municipal prosecutor, Sera Delfino, decided not to bring up charges for the forged certification. It turned out she was TJ’s older sister, and was much happier to be on the team in the prosecution of Matt Asuncion’s trafficking and laundering charges, something TJ had plotted with her from the beginning.

Ted got hired as investigator for that same municipal prosecutor’s office, and assigned to provide liaison services to the NYPD vice details. With the high profile bust of the trafficking ring. TJ was promoted to Sergeant of the Third District’s Vice Squad.

Ted and TJ moved into a rehabbed loft apartment. They celebrated by getting a set of tattoos: Ted’s left buttcheck has a small heart, inside inscribed with the letters TJ’s. TJ now sports a one-inch teddy bear tattoo direct right above his shaved pubes.

 

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Hope you enjoyed my first story. Maybe more to come?

 

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Hope you enjoyed my first story. Maybe more to come?

Well done. Awesome story.

 

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Hope you enjoy the continued adventures of TJ and Ted.

Taking on a Mission: the next assignment

Chapter One: Assignments

TJ’s eyes popped open exactly at 5:30, as his internal body clock kicked in, and he felt Teddy’s morning woodie planted against his cheeks. When he nudged to wake him, Teddy (as he now affectionately allowed TJ to call him) flung his arms around TJ and tugged at the nipple piercings on his areola. The manipulation caused the cop to shutter, but he had to hop out of the sack before things got too heated and cause him to be late (and not for the first time). As he plodded toward the bathroom, he felt his butt cheeks still a bit cemented together from the copious discharge of their early morning sex. As he showered, he took extra care to clean up, making sure there would be no embarrassing wet spot showing through his jeans during the day (experience is a great teacher).


He decided to forgo shaving, letting the stubble go another day or two, and did a quick rub of deodorant through his pits for what he knew would be a sweltering day. Pulling on a tight pair of frayed jeans and a crossfit tee, he completed his “uniform” with his Doc Martins boots. As he was leaving, he popped his head into the bedroom, where Teddy was sprawled out on top of the sheets, back into ‘lala land’. TJ could only smile at his luck, as he saw his partner’s well-toned body looking ready for another go later this evening.


At his desk, TJ found a phone message to check in with the Major as soon as he clocked in. Coffee mug in hand, TJ sauntered into the Major’s office as he was finishing up a call.


“When the hell did knocking before entering go out of style? I could have been setting up a date with my pimp”, growled the Major.


“Sir, you know you don’t have to use one, as you always got my ass”, retorted TJ, as he plopped down on the sofa across the desk.


“Anyway, shithead, I got something I want you to set up, and it involves use of your buddy Ted. But I thought I’d run it by you first”.


“So, we got your trust back again, even after the last case with the Mayor’s office…?”


“Damn it, no, I haven’t forgotten the bind you two put me into humping like rabbits in the Mayor’s limo. Rest assured you will not, again, I repeat, not even find an occasion to unzip while on the clock, is that understood, TJ”. The stare was enough to burn holes through a brick wall, and TJ just nodded.


Over the next hour, the Major went over the details of the case and his strategy to address the issue involving a municipal bribery on a large-scale construction project in their precinct. There was strong evidence that the construction company was bribing one or more of the city’s permit and construction divisions to bypass some mandatory safety standards, and if unchecked, could continue into additional construction projects the company has slated. The District Attorney’s Office was involved with this investigation, and would be using Ted’s expertise as one of their investigators. What was lacking was direct evidence of this collusion, and that had the case at a standstill. The DA felt that going undercover would be the best venue to document the transactions needed to bring the case to court.


The original thought by the Major and District Attorney was to have Ted hired as part of the construction crew and work his way into the fiscal operations if possible. Hearing this, TJ immediately interjected that he would be a better mole in that role, as he had spent a number of years doing construction before entering the police force, and was familiar with the industry setup. He said he felt Teddy was probably not in his element with the roughnecks that worked the job, and would have difficulty fitting in, given the timeframe this operation was targeting for. He suggested that Teddy could be placed as one of the utility contractors, and would be around the site if TJ needed his help. The Major agreed and the DA reluctantly went along, both recognizing that there was a high level of risk, given the construction company’s reputation of using physical tactics to move their projects.


Two days later, both TJ and Teddy headed out separately to their new employment assignments. Just an hour earlier, both were in the squad room getting their final briefing and paraphernalia for their roles. TJ’s was the easiest, some dirty ripped jeans, construction boots, bright orange safety vest, and hard hat. Given his minimal clothing attire, they ended up fitting a compact recording device in his helmet headlamp. The barechested cop was quite the epitome of your hot construction worker, with his torn jeans riding low enough from the weight of the tool belt to show a dark thatch of pubes and an inch of crack in the back. Ted, on the other hand, looked overdressed in a set of heavy blue coveralls, the only concession being that he made them downsize it from a large to a small, so that the fit was probably too tight in several places. This also meant nothing under besides skin, which he was comfortable with anyway, although he knew he was probably outlining too much this way. He would be carrying a small laptop as part of his equipment, along with a cellphone nestled in a snug hip pocket. Once he left for the site, he immediately pooped open the front buttons down to his waist to get some breathing space.

 

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Chapter Two: Working it Over

TJ felt pretty confident as he walked into the construction site office located in a trailer off from the building being erected. Supposedly calls had been made to hold up his story of being hired because he was connected with some East Coast construction conglomerate through marriage, and his employment at the site would be to the company’s advantage. The cluttered office was occupied only by a large built guy dressed in a flannel shirt with cutoff sleeves and baggy khaki jeans stained with dirt and oil. When he turned to see TJ, he turned out to be in his 40’s, with a walrus style mustache speckled with grey. He filled his shirt snuggly, with well-developed arms covered with assorted biker tattoos. TJ’s eyes dropped to see a sizeable bump running down the right side of his pants, clearly going commando and circumcised.

A calloused hand jutted into his view shook TJ back to reality, and as he clasped the hand, he felt eyes drilling into his face while a smirk appeared on the guy.

“Jake Hallan here, the site boss. You gotta be TJ Meyers (the alias the office came up with). Looks like you’re rearing to go, so let me show you the job we got set up for you.”

TJ just shook his hand, and was about to speak, but Jake was already halfway out of the door.

“Guess you’re a man of few words, Jake. Appreciate the placement and I know I’ll get along with the crew” mumbled TJ as he quickly caught up with him.

They got into the caged construction elevator, and ascended to the third floor. Jake turned and said,

“Yeah, I hope doing this favor works out. Just so you know, I run a tight ship and don’t like things getting screwed up by knuckleheads who don’t know their shit. After work, report to my office to finish up the paperwork. For now, I got you working with Carl, the foreman, and Benjie. They’ll show you what to do.”

Entering a large, unfinished room crowded with material, Jake motioned to the two guys nailing gypsum on a wall. Carl was a tall, non-descript guy with a pale New England complexion, attired in a baggy grey coveralls. He extended his hand in a shake and nodded a greeting. Then he yanked the younger man in front and introduced him as Benjie. Now this guy was built like a rugby player, which it turned out was his background. The tanned mop-top face greeted TJ with a cute smile, and rubbed his hands down his down his fitted camo pants before offering a handshake. Jake turned to leave, and reminded him to report after work.

The drywall work took up basically the rest of the day, and TJ was impressed with the two workers output. For an older guy Carl moved agilely lifting and nailing the boards, and Benjie was the muscle to move and hold up the heavy sheets of gypsum. It took TJ almost half the day to get into the rhythm of erecting and aligning the material. In between he tried to get some chatter in about the company and crew at the site. Carl was basically non-verbal, but Benjie obviously enjoyed having someone to converse with, and tried sharing when he noticed Carl was busy in another direction. For the most part, the crew were mixed local and immigrant workmen, usually divided along those lines, and rarely intermingled. The work was parceled out in such a manner that did not allow the crews to have frequent contact with each other, and the two TJ worked with were the smallest unit. Others before him did not stay long, and Carl had only been there for four years, and Benjie a year.

When the day ending siren sounded, TJ headed down to the trailer for his meeting with the boss. Jake waved him in, and he also saw a large brown guy with a linebacker built leaning against one of the shelves. Jake took a seat on a stool in front of the desk, and immediately felt the second man standing behind him. He introduced himself as Dante, and spoke with a heavy Jamaican accent.


“so, you gonna make the cut for this job?” Jake spoke as he pushed back on his desk chair and put his arms behind his head. TJ considered him somewhat attractive in a daddy bear sense, staring at his open pits.


“Yeah, think this is where I belong. Your boys are a great team, Jake”. TJ shifted his legs apart and gave himself a self-congratulatory crotch tug.


“Seems like the favor’s worth something then...” with Jake pulling forward and dropping his hands down to adjust himself. “…and I like a man who pays his debts.”


Without warning, Dante pushed up against TJ, dropping his right hand down to his nipple and giving the ring a twist. As TJ winced in surprise, Dante’s other hand ran down his back and grasped a bare cheek under his jeans. Jake was openly pawed own his khakis, drawing an outline of his cock back and forth, as a dark stain marked the tip through the material. TJ tried squirming, but Dante had a firm hold on his shoulder, and used his futile moves to now shove his index finger into TJ’s crack.


Outside a car door slammed, and Jake quickly maneuvered himself over to the window to push the binds open and take a peek.


“Shit, he’s early, damnit. Get this guy outta here.” Jake motioned Dante, who immediately released his hold on TJ’s body parts and yanked him up. As he was being shoved out the door, TJ turned to see Jake reach behind to the drafting table and lift up the lid, removing a black laptop from the crevice of the table. As Dante was pushing him out, TJ brushed against a dark suited older guy, who dropped his briefcase in the crash. Dante helped the guy up, and ushered TJ out. As he shut the door, TJ swore the Jamaican took his left index finger and sniffed, then inserted it into his mouth while looking leeringly at the construction worker.


A bit shaken, TJ hiked up his sagging jeans and headed out a block north of the project. The plan called for Ted to let him out and pick him up at the designated point, so that they would avoid being seen together. When he jumped into the SUV, TJ was still a bit rattled and decided not to share his physical encounter in the work office, sure how Ted would react to his close sexual assault. Instead he immediately took his partner into a wet, suck-face kiss that caught Ted by surprise. Seeing TJ not in a talking mood, he let him start to physically maul his body, as he struggled to drive home. Once outside the car, TJ slammed Ted’s back against the SUV, and knelt down to start chewing on Ted’s hard cock through the coveralls.


“Damnit, TJ, we’re in the middle of the fuckin’ basement parking garage. What’s got into you?’ Ted looked around to make sure they were alone, and did nothing to stop the sexual manipulations to his genitals. When the teeth nipping hit his corona, Ted felt the surge deep in his balls and felt helpless to stop the explosive load of cum working its way out. With a forceful jerk into the head of his partner, Ted sent several spurts of his baby juice against the coveralls material, drawing a spreading dark stain from his crotch to the right kneecap. TJ emitted a sucking sound as he tried to drink in any juice seeping through the material. Finally Ted pushed him off and yanked him up by the shoulders.


“What the hell happened to turn you into this sex-craved demon?!” Ted was visibly shaken and angry, not satiated by this release. TJ could only look a bit sad but quickly turned on his grin that he knew would melt TJ’s anger.


“Aw, it was a pretty physical day, and my testosterones got a bit charged. Sorry”. TJ was feeling exhausted by his run-in after work, and his urgent need to find a release from the resulting sexual tension. He grabbed Ted and mashed his body on the soaked coveralls, and shoved his tongue down his stunned buddy. It was only then that he noticed his jeans were gummy with his involuntary ejaculation sometime during his eating out Ted.

 

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Chapter Three: Moving up the Sting

After what seemed like hours, TJ and Ted finally entered the basement elevator lobby, trying to look inconspicuous, given their wet clothing that strongly reeked of the smell of male sex. Hitting the third floor button, they hoped to make it up uninterrupted. Not to happen though, as the elevator stopped on the lobby floor and old Mrs. Millsap and her mangy poodle got on. Ted moved behind TJ for cover, and they exchanged strained smiles. Then the damn dog started sniffing up TJ’s jean leg, and tried to straddle it with his scrawny front paws. Mrs. Millsap pulled back and lifted the dog into her arms, but the look she gave the two as she crinkled her nose, was a giveaway that she knew something had already happened. The door opened to the third floor could not have been sooner.


The next day the early morning planning team briefing, made up of the with the major, DA Callan, and the DA’s chief investigator Michael, were there for the status report from the initial day’s work by TJ and Ted. TJ summarized, mentioning his sighting of the laptop and what turned out to be the municipal planner meeting with the boss after work, but left out the physical touching activity by Jake and Dante. Ted meanwhile had made some initial inquiries into the inspection records (more like lack of) that were supposedly carried out by the city, and found questionable paperwork that supposedly attested to the approved actions. Obviously more in-depth inquiry was needed to build the case, and the team set a deadline for two weeks to try and develop enough evidence for some type of charges. After the meeting, the major pulled the two aside after the team left. Slamming the door of his office shut, he stared at both operatives.


“You two are an embarrassment to the profession the way you look. Delfino, you planning on going into male entertainment or something? Cause you look like a goddamn stripper. Get that chest covered so I don’t have to see your titty rings. And pull up those pathetic jeans. You look like you’re ready to fall outta those fricking freeballin’ jeans at any moment.


“And you, Lee, better get that stuff tucked into a jockstrap, cuz I can see that you’re clearly circumcised in those coveralls. Last thing I need is a sexual harassment charge from one of the girls out front. You two clowns had better produce something quick, or I’ll have your asses on my desk. Dismissed.”


As they left, TJ couldn’t help but quip loud enough for the major to hear, “I’d like that too, sir.”


“Give me a minute” TJ mumbled as he turned and ran off downstairs. A few minutes later, he reappeared, this time wearing a cutoff tank that still had his rings peeking out from the deep cut armpits and came up an inch short of his low-slung waistband. He tossed Ted a worn jockstrap, and grinned.

“Good thing I had some old shit in my locker from the gym workouts. Damn major’s got nothing to complain about now”.


Ted lifted the jock to his nose, and moaned “when’s the last time you washed this sucker, dude?’


The next few days proved uneventful, as TJ tried to figure a way to work himself back into Jake’s office without getting molested in the process. His body was finally beginning to take to the physical workout from the construction activity; at least his muscles were not killing him like the first day. He had engaged in aquatic sexual play with Ted during his long hot soaks in the tub as much for his pleasure as it was to sooth his aching body. Ted picked up on this, and was happy to follow up with giving his partner a strenuous rubdown each night.


A week later, as he was helping Benjie stack some of the scaffolding against the wall, he noticed a large, muscled construction worker spray painting over certain joints with bright orange paint on the opposite side of the floor they were working on. He turned to them when he realized that he was being observed, and just glared at the two. The guy was an especially tall, well-tanned younger dude, with a tight cutoff hoodie, and a pair of grungy sweatpants that outlined his thick thighs and calves. The tatts around his bulging neck and arms only served to increase the menacing look, as he turned back and continued to mark certain areas.


Benjie poked TJ and said, “ Let’s get out of here for now. That guy is bad news and it’s best to avoid him.”


“Why is that?" TJ asked as they moved to the other side of the wall, while trying to size the guy up.


“That’s Marco, and he’s marking off those areas as finished, even though they’re not. So that means we’re not going to do anything further to actually complete the work needed to meet the building code. That’s the way it works around this project.” Benjie was almost embarrassed and scared to be saying it, and TJ could tell that pressing him for further information would be futile at the moment. Walking around later, he noticed a number of the orange markings, mostly at structural support points in the building. He decided that this would be his excuse to meet with Jake later in the day.


Ted decided to follow up on TJ’s observation of the laptop tucked into the drafting table, and called on Jake in the construction office that day. Introducing himself as one of the gas company engineers, he found Jake less than enthused about showing off some blueprints that outlined the pipeline layouts. However he quickly picked up on the construction boss’ notice of the outline running down his blue coveralls (Ted had already ditched the jock earlier), and popped a couple more buttons down the front , exposing more skin and his happy trail as he moved around the office. Jake had laid out the plans on the drafting table, and Ted leaned over the table to examine them, moving his fingers along the edge of the table to determine if there was a lock preventing the tabletop from being lifted.


Jake came behind him, as if to explain some of the graphics, and Ted could feel his body pressing against his back and butt. Suddenly he found Jake’s hands around his bare chest and waist in a tight grip. Ted pulled up, only to have Jake’s right hand plunge into his crotch and manhandling his semi-erect cock.


“I think we can figure out where the confusion is”, Jake whispered as he shoved his hardened tool into Ted’s cheeks, “and maybe work things out without getting too formal for the company.”


Quickly deciding that he couldn’t back down without jeopardizing the operation, Ted hoped he would not have to sacrifice too much in the process. He managed to turn and face his molester, and grabbed Jake’s large piece through the khaki pants and bent down to bring his face directly in front of what was obviously a solid eight incher. Jake unbuckled and unzipped his pants, and revealed that he was going commando, when his leaking cockhead popped out immediately. He plopped back onto his desk chair and pulled Ted by his coverall lapels into his crotch. Before Ted could resist, he found his coveralls being pulled down past his shoulders and baring his arms, until they fell down on his hips as he knelt in front of Jake.


The whirlwind of activity took a sudden halt when a walkie talkie blared on the desk, paging Jake for an emergency. Jake picked up the device and yelled into it, “What the hell’s the problem now, Marco?”


“Seems like we got somebody nosing around where he shouldn’t, Boss. Don’t like having this issue developing into something that could get out of hand quickly. Third floor, east side. ”


“Okay, be there.” Jake stood up, pushing Ted to the floor, and pulled his pants up to leave. He then realized he had this half-naked contractor guy on his floor. “I gotta go. Just make yourself comfortable, and I’ll be back in 10 minutes.” Then he was out the door, leaving a stunned Ted alone in the office, now sporting a full on erection.


Once he calmed down, Ted jumped up to the drafting table, and moved his hands around to find a latch on the bottom right side. It clicked and Ted lifted the top to reveal a black laptop underneath. Knowing that he did not have the time to open and unlock the laptop without a password, he just noted the serial number and model, and put it back, locking the tabletop. At this point, he realized he needed to get dressed and quickly exit, so he yanked up his coveralls. Then he saw that the bottom of the front was torn when Jake was trying to get them off, and the whole crotch area was open. Knowing that there was little to be done at this point, he buttoned part of the front and pushed his genitals down one pant leg as best as he could. If anyone saw him as he dashed out of the office, they would have noticed a guy trying to walk with his hands between his legs. It wasn’t until he made it back to his SUV, that Ted managed to find some duct tape in the back, and did a manageable patch job, so his equipment was no longer dangling.

 

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Jake in his construction trailer...

 

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Chapter Four: Confrontation


TJ walked around the third floor later that afternoon. He was able to discern a pattern of orange paint markings, obviously made by Marco, and noted the critical locations of each. He texted this info along with pictures of the marked areas to Ted. Benjie had begun to open up to him, and started sharing how the previous floors were marked in a similar manner, but no one would ask any questions. Even from a layman’s point of view, it was obvious to TJ that shortcuts were being taken, and the workers just avoided the issue, rather than deal with Marco. Only Benjie, who seemed to have taken an attraction to the hunky undercover cop, would offer answers when TJ inquired about specific construction methods. TJ, to encourage and reward his informant, would playfully muss up his hair and rub his backside, knowing that Benjie’s reaction was often a tented leg showing on the boy’s tight camo pants. When that happened, TJ would give Benjie a bear hug from behind, laughing and grinding his shaft into the camo-covered cheeks until Benjie would freeze up and moan under his breath. TJ could have sworn that it sounded like Benjie had an orgasm, but the boy would break away and run off, embarrassed by his reaction. This teasing only happened when they were alone, but TJ was encouraged by the interaction and possibilities it held.


The floor was starting to get dark, as the sun moved to the west side of the unfinished building, and TJ became aware that he might not be alone in this area. Too late, he turned to have a dark figure hit the back of his leg and send him sprawling to the ground, face first. Two sets of hands grabbed his arms and dragged him between two support beams, wrapping his wrists to them with duct tape. He was able to lift his head, and through a dirt covered blood eye, saw Dante and Marco between his suspended body. Marco came in front of him and tore off his tank top, stuffing it into his mouth.


“So, you been looking around where you don’t belong, asshole, and we don’t like snoops on our job site.” Dante yanked up TJ’s head to get his attention. “Marco, give Jake the heads up. He may want to deal with this now.” Marco used the walkie talkie to summon Jake, and then turned to the cop with a sneer. Suddenly he pulled out a folding blade and with several swift cuts, shredded the front of TJ’s jeans.


“Hold it boys.” Jake came rushing up to the group. “I need to have a conversation with this rat, before I let you enjoy him.”


Turning to TJ, Jake slapped his face. “Who put you up to this, asshole? You doing this to sabotage my project for your family’s company? I pay them their share of the take on the profits. Ain’t that enough?”


Even in his fog, TJ realized that Jake was wrong on this take for the undercover operation. Jake was fearing that TJ’s supposed cover company was unhappy with the money they were siphoning off from the costs, not that it was actually his police department’s undercover operation to uncover

paying off the municipal officials for substandard construction work. He had to play along, so as not to jeopardize the real purpose.


“Hey, the company just wanted to make sure that your shoddy operation wasn’t going to cause any blips in their payment”, TJ spit out at Jake. “My guys not gonna take kindly if you do anything stupid to the construction OR to me.”


Jake thought a minute, and turned back, knowing that he has some unfinished business waiting for him in the office. “Just work him over a little, so that they know we’re offended by their mistrust. But don’t do too much damage. Want the message to be delivered by a live messenger, got it?” With that, Jake left in a huff, so he could take care of his pent-up hormones.


Marco turned back to TJ, and with a grin toward Dante, he ripped off TJ’s jeans, leaving the cop hanging in just his orange safety vest and boots. Dante circled around, while unzipping his jeans and pulling out a hardened nine inch cock. Luckily, TJ would not have to look at the thick, heavily veined cock, already dripping copiously with precum. This was going to be a new experience, and probably painful at that.


“You got luck last time, boy. But now you get to enjoy my piece up your lily white pucker. I know you been wanting it too.” With that Dante put three of his left fingers in his mouth, coating them heavily with his spit. His right hand plied open TJ’s checks, yanking apart the hairs so that there was a clear path to the quivering butthole. The fingers went in with one swift motion, causing TJ to lurch forward in a silent scream through his muzzled mouth. Dante’s only interest was getting it wide enough to accommodate his beer can dick, certainly not to pleasure his victim.


Marco pulled down his stretched out sweats, and his freeballing cock hit his bare stomach, having already stripped off his hoodie. TJ looked up to see a bodybuilder frame, with an exotic Eastern design tattoo running down from the shoulders to his thighs, accentuating an engorged seven inch cock, with a purple corona popping out of the tip of his foreskin. Knowing he had to wait his turn, Marco used the time to grab TJ’s semi-erect cock and roughly ran his calloused hand up and down the shaft. TJ tried to fight off the urge to respond with a full erection, but the fingers in his ass only served to heighten his sexual response.


Dante pulled out his fingers and aimed his dripping cock toward the prepped hole, having trouble trying to insert it as TJ squirmed back and forth. When the bulbous head finally touched the widened hole, he placed both hands on TJ’s shoulders for leverage. TJ had anal experiences, but he already know this thick piece was going to tear him apart. The moment his ass felt the assaulting cockhead, TJ shook with pain and pleasure as he released several jets of hot white spunk onto Marco’s exposed stomach and crotch. Marco was stunned, his hand still on the exploding cock, as he was covered with TJ’s juices.


A loud blast came from behind Marco, and suddenly the place was swarming with blue uniforms, all of them with guns drawn and pointed at the men. Dante was yanked down and cuffed from behind, his bare cock mashed into the concrete floor. Marco was pushed to his knees and cuffed, his nude body still dripping with TJ’s cum. Both were unceremoniously led away in their exposed state, with the presiding sergeant taking pictures of the two men and the scene for evidence.


Meanwhile, Ted came running toward TJ, followed by Benjie, and the two worked off the duct tape from his wrists. He collapsed into Ted’s arms and could only manage half a shit-eating grin. Ted let him lay against his body, trying to wipe the grit off his partner’s face. His naked body appeared to have been spared major injury, and his dripping cock had shrunk back to its flaccid six inch size. Ted was trying to decide how to cover his body, when Benjie handed him his pair of camo pants.


“It’s okay, I had a pair of rugby shorts underneath”, Benjie meekly smiled. Indeed, he was wearing a pair of purple rugby shorts that barely covered his thighs, exposing a pair of well-muscled legs. They removed TJ’s boots and vest, and Benjie helped Ted gingerly slip the camo pants over the lower half of his nude partner. With his arms slung over their shoulders, the three went down to the waiting ambulance.

 

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Exposing Benjie

 

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Chapter Five: Aftermath

The operation went into warp speed with the arrests of the construction staff involved in the payoff scheme. This flashpoint was initiated by the efforts of one person in particular. Benjie had seen Dante and Marco arrive on the third floor, where TJ was casing for clues. Staying hidden behind the sheets of gypsum, Benjie observed the two goons suddenly attack TJ from behind, with Marco using a steel pipe to smash the back of the left knee to send the cop sprawling down on the ground. They swiftly yanked him up and had him lashed to the supports with duct tape, stripping off his tank top to use as a muzzle. It was then that Marco took out his folding blade and started shredding the front of the jeans of stunned captive. At this point, Jake came storming up, confronting TJ and physically assaulted him, although the conversation between them was too muffled to make out. After a few minutes, Jake turned to his two goons with some instructions, and left them to handle their victim. Meanwhile, Benjie made a hasty call to 911, and was patched through to the police department. Once he gave his location, he was immediately connected to the major’s office, and gave a quick recap of the situation.


Benjie’s heart jumped when Marco tore off the shredded jeans and grabbed TJ’s exposed shaft. Dante went around the back and opened his pants to display a thick, fully engorged cock. When Dante started to finger TJ’s ass and Marco roughly jacking off his captive’s hardened organ, Benjie wanted to jump in and save his work buddy, but knew it would result in a disaster of worse proportions. When Dante started to target his cock to TJ’s bruised butthole, Benjie felt himself being excited by the scene, knowing it was obscene to do so, but his body responded to the visual stimulus on its own accord.


After what seemed hours, but actually only ten minutes, Benjie turned around to see the squad of uniformed offices running out of the elevator cage. He flagged them down and pointed to the spot where TJ was hanging. Ted, still dressed in his patched-up coveralls, was right behind the officers, and Benjie followed suit. After the two half-naked goons were hauled off, a second squad had been simultaneously invading Jake’s office. Armed with a warrant, they quickly found the laptop in the drafting table, based on Ted’s information, and put the construction boss in cuffs to take him down to the station.


In the following days, charges were leveled against all three of the construction crew, along with the municipal inspector who had approved the substandard work for payoffs. The laptop revealed extensive payoff information and skimming of the building costs, resulting in racketeering charges and tax evasion indictments on the federal level for both Jake and the city inspector, who were held without bond. Dante and Marco turned out to be illegal aliens with no papers, and both were wanted in England for several warrants that included sexual assault and attempted murder. Homeland Security took custody of them to sort through the local charges and foreign crimes, leaving no possibility of bail or release. The police department and the DA’s Office issued commendations for TJ and Ted, as a result of the successful operation.

TJ woke up with a splitting headache, and found himself prone on his stomach in a hospital bed, unsure how long he had been out. His left leg was in a heavy metallic brace from his ankle to his crotch, the whole limb feeling swollen and stiff. The only other pain came from his butthole, which seemed coated in some thick gel. It was then that he noticed two people sitting on his left side of the bed. Focusing slowly, he recognized Ted, and then Benjie, both grinning at seeing his response. Trying to turn toward them proved painful for both his leg and butt, and they quickly pushed him back on this stomach.


“Hey, Big Guy, take it easy”’ Ted gently scolded him. “You’ve had some injury that will require time and therapy to heal. It’s only been a day that they’ve had to patch you up.”


TJ tried to talk, but his throat was dry and raspy, so he motioned Ted closer. “When am I getting outta here?”.


“Well, you got a busted knee cap that will take some time to heal, and, uhm, your rectum is a bit torn up.” It appeared that Dante was able to insert his thick cock at least part way into him, when the cops busted the action. TJ later strongly refused to press sexual assault charges against either men, as his pride was too strong to allow this to be made public. With Ted’s insistence, the DA was able to press charges against Dante without TJ having to undergo a forensic exam or testifying, based on the anal DNA that was recovered from leakage onto the camo pants Benjie and Ted slipped on him.


“So, the plan is to get you discharged as soon as the doctor gives the green light, and then it’s a least a month of convalescence and physical therapy at home. Luck for you, we already have the therapist lined up”. Ted pointed to Benjie, and place a hand on his shoulder, while the young man winked at TJ. Ted continued, “It seems your fellow construction worker is actually a trained PT in Australia, and is in the process of getting his certification in this country. The construction gig was to support him until he got licensed, which should be this week, in fact.”


Benjie got up and rubbed TJ’s bare shoulders in a strong and sensual manner. “Yeah, I think I’m going to be able to handle this one without much resistance. In fact, it’s going to be a pleasure.” Benjie emphasized the last part, and could feel TJ’s involuntary body squirming.

 

[aieaguy50]

Chapter Six: Aftercare


The transition to home care finally happened a week later, and Ted had a hospital style bed set up in the corner of the living room, next to the sliding glass door leading to the lanai. At least some breeze would be flowing in to TJ’s direction, as he now laid on his backside on the bed. For his comfort and convenience of care, he stayed naked all the time, wearing only the brace on his left leg. Benjie had started to come regularly, staying for most of the day while Ted was working in his office. TJ was beginning to enjoy his companionship and the physical attention, with Benjie acting as his nurse aide and physical therapist. Benjie, for his part, tried to maintain a professional relationship, and had to fight back his attraction to the handsome, unclad cop. He showed up for work in either a light blue or green set of scrubs daily, which clung tightly to his buff built, the lightweight material doing little to conceal his commando status.


Ted usually let Benjie in in the mornings, on those days he chose to spend the day in the office, but soon gave the him his own set of keys to let himself in. Ted was beginning to look forward to seeing him in the morning, getting so comfortable that he often only had on a robe or towel when Benjie arrived. Benjie could not help but notice Ted’s lax dress attitude as the solidly framed investigator would casually strip to dress for work with the bedroom door open, and Benjie would anticipate those occasions when he would see Ted fully exposed and in a semi-flaccid state. There was an uncomfortable silence when this happened, and both men would usually retreat to hide their growing erections.


For TJ, the routine would start with a morning rubdown of his limbs to loosen them after a night of laying on his back. With a mild, soothing lotion, Benjie worked the arms and legs, before turning him on his backside. The therapist carefully avoided his groin area, but gave the glutes a particularly thorough massage, sending TJ into a soft moaning each time. Then it was time for his sponge bath, which Benjie would do from face to feet, soaking a soft washcloth to wipe over the body. Initially he suggested that TJ could do his own genitals, if he was more comfortable, but he quickly nixed the idea, and had Benjie happy to do the honors of wiping down his often semi-erect cock and balls.


This morning, however, TJ was particularly crabby and swore at Benjie, that he needed to get a real shower to clean off the week of sweat and lotion. Knowing that the knee was actually closed up enough to allow water on it, Benjie made it sound like a reluctant agreement to do so, although he was happy to oblige. Slowly turning TJ out of the bed, he half carried the naked patient toward the bathroom, pressing himself against his bare ass cheeks. Luckily the bathroom has a spacious glass shower that could accommodate the two easily (one of the amenities that sold the guys on the place to being with), so walking in was no problem. Showering would mean holding TJ for support while the water was running overhead, and Benjie’s scrubs were soon waterlogged and semitransparent.


“Hold your arms around my neck, while I soap you”, Benjie instructed, grabbing a bottle of liquid soap and squirting it down TJ’s front. Looking at Benjie directly in the eyes, TJ tried to will away his hardening organ, as the therapist worked the soap down his chest and pubes. Benjie made no hesitation about grabbing and working TJ’s erection into a lather, and quickly moved to his backside, where he inserted his finger into the anus with the other hand. The sensual moment came to a quick end when Benjie turned on a cold rinse, and moved the stunned patient out to towel down.


“Damn, I gotta get outta these wet scrubs, so let me lay you back down for now”, as Benjie actually lifted TJ up and carried him back to the bed. TJ then looked back at the soaked therapist, the wet clothing leaving nothing to the imagination. As Benjie peeled off the top and pants, TJ could only admire the wonderful physique of this tattooed rugby player, and took particular notice of his now partially stiffened cock. It was at least seven inches, but the most notable aspect was the long foreskin encasing the entire organ. A thick bush of wiry black pubic hair surrounded this and his low hanging balls.


Fortunately, it was Benjie who made the first move, as TJ wondered how far he would be willing to go with his friend. Climbing on right next to him in the bed, Benjie whispered, “I know that you’re already warmed up from the shower for some loving. I’ve been dreaming about this moment since I first saw you, and hope you want it too.”


“Shit, Benjie, I’ve had a hardon thinking about this for a long time, so let’s have a go at it. I’m not sure my body and cock are fully operational yet, as it’s been a while.”


“Just lie back and let me do all the work. I know how stressed your body still is, and have an idea how we can enjoy one another without pain to you.” At this point, Benjie took both their cocks into his hands, and began manipulating them to full erections. Taking the tips of their cocks so that they pointed into one another, he then began pulling his foreskin up, so that it moved over and fully enveloped TJ’s cock, so they were joined together. While slowly grinding the leaking cock heads, TJ found Benjie’s open lips to shove his tongue down in a grueling kiss. A surge of sensitivity from the mashing organs sparked through both men, and within seconds, both exploded with volleys of spunk that leaked out of the joint foreskin onto their balls and thighs. When the connection was finally broken, both of them fell back and attempted to recover from the intense orgasm they both experienced.


From a corner of the entryway, Ted had entered quietly and witnessed the union of his partner and friend. His erection gave way to full release at the same moment as they did, and at that moment, he knew that this was going to be the start of an intense relationship with the three men.

 

[aieaguy50]

Hope you enjoyed the second set of these stories.

 

[stustu]

great job.