by Amber March
Janos was still sucking cock, showing no signs of tiring. Dean dragged Janos’s pants down to his knees and reached behind him, squeezing a firm ass cheek. He slid a finger down the cleft of his ass and stopped at moist wetness, a little surprised. Janos hissed, his cock bobbing, standing right up to his belly as Dean pushed his finger into his asshole, up to the knuckle, fucked him with it firmly.
Janos moaned around Brock’s cock, breathing heavily, his lashes fluttering closed in pleasure as he was fingered.
The cop drew back, looked at his glistening finger a moment. “Is your ass always so wet and ready?” Dean questioned curiously as his cock threatened to burst his pants.
Janos pulled off Brock’s cock. A sudden change came over him. The wide, wary blue eyes darkened, became knowing, seductive. He seemed like a different man. Even his voice deepened when he replied. “Only when I’ve lubed it up.”
Dean climbed to his feet. “What?”
A small smile quirked Janos’s swollen lips. “When I’ve lubed it up ready for hot cops coming to my house.”
Dean looked at Brock open-mouthed while Brock looked at Janos in admiration. “That’s quite a performance you put on, boy,” Brock said.
Janos smirked openly now. “Thank you.”
Dean stared at him. “You fucking little slut,” he accused.
Janos seemed unfazed. “That’s right.” He held Dean’s gaze unblinkingly.
“Like to get fucked by cops, do you?”
“Oh yes.” Janos’s smile was filthy. “Every night of the week if I can.”
Dean felt the need to reassert his authority now he’d been fooled. Their toy wasn’t so innocent after all. “Get up,” he snapped.
The smile fell from Janos’s face. Dean grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around before forcing him face first over the table. Janos gasped at the rough treatment; his pants fell down to his ankles and Dean bent to wrench them free, tossing them aside.
“Spread your legs.” He kicked Janos’s small bare feet apart with his heavy boots and Janos whimpered, doing as he was told. His balls were two little plums in a tight, hairless sac that dangled enticingly between his legs.
Dean reached for his belt. Janos looked back, watched Dean withdraw his handcuffs and a shudder snaked through his body, his pupils enormous in the endless blue of his eyes. He put a hand down to touch himself.
Dean slapped it away. “You touch yourself when we give you permission,” he ground out. “Got that?”
“Yes, Officer,” Janos said, meek once more, seeming thrilled at the instruction.
Dean looked at Brock, who had his gaze fixed on Janos’s peachy, pert ass, jerking off. Janos’s cheeks were so plump and firm, just made to be grasped as he was ridden hard. Dean had never seen an ass so made for fucking before.
He hefted his cuffs. “Spread yourself open,” he commanded. “Let us see.”
Janos let out a breathy moan. He reached behind himself to pull his cheeks apart, exposing a tiny, wet, hairless hole, traces of lube streaking his inner thighs.
Dean ground his teeth together. He tore his pants apart and yanked them and his briefs down, releasing his aching cock and palming it desperately.
Brock stepped closer to their toy. He ran a hand lightly over Janos’s right buttock, making him shiver. “What did you do to prepare yourself for us?” he asked.
Janos’s fingers dug into his cheeks as he held them open, leaving red marks. He looked over his shoulder. “I fingered myself and then I fucked myself with a dildo. Sometimes it takes time and I wanted to be ready for you. I know you’re busy.”
Brock snorted. “We’re always busy, boy. Usually fucking dirty little whores like you.”
Janos caught his breath. “Yes,” he said. “Punish me, Officer. Make me sorry.”
Dean cupped Janos’s balls and squeezed lightly and Janos squirmed. Dean leaned over him, gripped both wrists and dragged them together, clicking cold steel around them. Janos groaned, pulling at his restraints half-heartedly.
Dean reached into his pocket and withdrew a small sachet of lube. He tore it open with his teeth. “Punishing bad boys is my favourite part of the job,” he intoned as he lubed up the first few inches of his nightstick.
Janos watched, his eyes wide once more and dancing with both disbelief and excitement.
Dean had done this before. It never failed to excite him to fuck a man with his nightstick. He spread Janos apart with one hand and lined the tip of his nightstick up against his entrance. He eased it slickly inside, watching as Janos’s hole opened up and engulfed Dean’s weapon.
Brock muttered something. He slapped Janos hard on the ass. “Filthy little slut.”
Janos flinched and moaned. He actually lifted his pelvis from the table, pressing back to take more of the hard implement.
Brock spanked him on the other cheek, the firm flesh vibrating. Janos hissed a curse under his breath. His pert little buttocks flamed with two red handprints that Dean longed to lick.
Dean beat his own cock. He withdrew his nightstick and pushed it back in, watching Janos’s hole clench the metal, listening to the slick noise as he started to fuck Janos with it. He glanced at Brock, who was flushed, gaze fixed on the nightstick as it speared Janos’s ass.
Janos was really getting into it. He writhed, sliding around on the table, pulling at his cuffs and moaning like a porn star as Dean plundered him with the nightstick.
Brock slapped him again and the crack split the air. “Do you like that, you dirty little bastard?”
“Yes!” Janos cried. “Yes. I want you both to fuck me. Please.”
Brock let his hand fly again, hard and Janos wailed, his ass glowing scarlet. “You’ll have to beg better than that. We don’t just give it to any old slut, you know.”
Janos whimpered. “Please. I need it.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. I need you in my ass. Please, feel how ready for your cocks I am.”
Dean tugged the nightstick free and tossed it aside. Brock groped between Janos’s buttocks, sliding two fingers inside, twisting and turning until Dean guessed he had struck lucky.
Janos yelped, bucked up off the table. “Fuck!”
Brock chuckled. “Like your prostate stroking do you?”
“Yes. Christ!”
Dean slid a hand under him, found his cock drooling copiously. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked greedily before he gathered some more of the fluid and forced a finger into Janos’s mouth. “Taste yourself.” Janos sucked eagerly, groaning. His hot mouth sent Dean out of his mind.
“He’s ready all right,” Brock said, withdrawing. He looked at Dean. “First or sloppy seconds?”
“Sloppy seconds,” Dean said, because he was kinky that way.
Janos glanced over his shoulder as Brock lubed his cock up with a thick layer of slick and lined it up. “Haven’t you got a rubber?” he asked.
“Part of the punishment,” Brock replied. “Bad boys get done bareback so we can see their slutty little asses running with our cum.”
Janos gave a strangled little whimper which turned to a yell as Brock breached his hole, sliding into his chute balls-deep.
Dean watched, mesmerised. He ran a hand over his partner’s buttocks as Brock thrust in and out, feeling the muscle flexing as Brock snapped his hips forward. Brock grunted as he fucked Janos. His face gleamed with sweat. He slapped Janos on his flaming ass as he rode him deep and Janos cried out, nails scrabbling at the table.
Dean plucked up the lube sachet and squeezed the dregs out onto one finger. He spread Brock’s cheeks apart and rubbed his tight little hole tantalisingly before spearing his ass. His partner, cursed, groaned, leaned over to crush his lips against Dean’s. Dean sucked on his tongue, fingering Brock, finding his prostate and swallowing his roar as he bucked fiercely into Janos.
Dean pulled away. He watched Janos’s trembling body, his spine glistening with perspiration, arching with every thrust plundering his depths and h
e saw his partner’s face contort as Brock spilled himself with a cry.
Dean’s cock spasmed in sympathy and dripped pre-cum. It was all he could not to drag Brock away unceremoniously and plunge inside Janos.
Brock eased free. He gave Janos’s quivering ass another firm slap and the man slid around gasping on the table, looking back at Dean with a pleading look on his flushed face.
With trembling hands, Dean spread him apart and looked at his dripping hole. Janos whined, rubbing his trapped cock against the table. “Please,” he said as semen dribbled down his inner thighs.
Dean growled. He rooted in his pants pocket for more lube and slicked himself up generously, although he doubted he needed it. He pressed his cockhead between Janos’s sweet little buttocks and ploughed forward, stretching Janos open once more.
Janos cried out and Dean penetrated him to the hilt, holding his hips and pulling Janos back hard onto his desperate cock. Fuck, it felt good. Janos was so tight and hot. He’d taken many guys whose asses were filled with his partner’s spunk and it turned him on no end to cream an ass already dripping with Brock’s cum.
He rode Janos like a bucking bronco, hips snapping back and forth, giving him every solid, aching inch, desperate to come. He was distracted when hands touched his ass, pulling his cheeks apart. Brock was on his knees behind him. Dean felt breath ghost over his hole before Brock rimmed him eagerly.
“Oh fuck!” Dean bucked forward into Janos’s accommodating ass and back onto Brock’s wickedly licking tongue. Brock always knew how to work him open, often had Dean begging for it after a good rimming and here was no exception. He panted for breath, hands grasping Janos’s hips meanly, plundering his ass savagely and listening to the man’s cries.
Janos got more and more vocal. “Fuck me, please fuck me!” he begged. “Please Officer, I need your cum in my slutty little ass.”
Dean rolled his eyes. Janos obviously watched too many porn movies but there was no denying the dirty talk turned Dean on. He liked to be begged for more by a submissive man. He liked to dominate and fuck little whores who needed to be controlled, like this man.
Brock worked his tongue into Dean’s ass and Dean yelled out, his balls tightening, blowing his load in explosive spurts into Janos’s wet, clenching little ass.
The man on the table whimpered, whined as Dean creamed his insides. Dean came to a stop, panting, weak with ecstasy, nails leaving crescent-shaped welts on Janos’s hips.
Janos wriggled his still-scarlet buttocks impatiently, mewling for more.
Brock stood up. He pushed at Dean, eager to get at Janos and Dean eased free obediently. Brock stooped down. He spread Janos open and both men groaned as they saw the spunk liberally trickling from his abused ass. Janos moaned as he felt it dribble onto his balls. Dean knelt too, jockeying for position with Brock as he went in with an eager tongue, licking at Janos’s inner thighs. Dean captured his little sac in his mouth, sucking at one ball then another, tasting both their semen, his tongue meeting Brock’s at intervals.
Janos went crazy beneath their attention. He shook so violently, Dean thought he was seizing.
“Please!” he cried. “Let me come. Oh God, fuck!”
Dean smiled. Brock started to rim Janos efficiently, working his tongue right in and Janos shrieked, bucked and trembled.
Dean reached under him. He pulled Janos’s cock down to dangle between his legs. The head was swollen purple, wet and sticky and Dean was sure he felt it throb in his hand as he stroked it firmly.
Brock ate Janos’s ass with unflinching enthusiasm, sucking and slurping and licking fluid from his lips and Dean watched with his prick hardening again as he jerked Janos off roughly.
“Come on you fucking little slut,” he growled. “Come for us.”
Janos screamed. His hole spasmed around Brock’s tongue, discharging streams of cum which ran all the way down his legs. His cock spurted violently into Dean’s palm, creaming it with scalding jism.
Dean looked on admiringly as Janos collapsed onto the table with his ribcage heaving. “You sure know how to have fun,” he said.
Janos let out a smothered giggle. He heaved a breath and was still. Brock rose to his feet. Dean offered his hand and Brock grasped it, lapped at the palm like a cat. “I don’t know about you,” he said, cock standing stiff again, pupils hugely dilated. “But I haven’t finished with this little slut. Not by a long shot.”
On the table, Janos whimpered.
The two cops made Janos walk with hands still cuffed, naked up the stairs, so they could watch the cum trickling from his ass and streaking his thighs. They touched him as he climbed, slapping his glowing cheeks, squeezing his balls and fingering his hole.
Janos went into the bedroom and Dean flicked on the light to reveal a king size bed covered with a black satin throw. He went over to Janos with the key to his cuffs and released the restraints. He gave Janos a little slap on the ass. “Go take a shower,” he said.
Janos did as he was told, disappearing into the adjoining bathroom but leaving the door ajar.
Brock glanced around the room, appraising the minimalist furnishings and the generous space approvingly. He had fastened the button on his pants but his erection still poked through the zipper, teasing Dean, who nearly salivated. Brock wrenched open the top drawer of the nightstand and grinned down at the contents. “Bingo,” he said. “I can’t get over what a filthy little whore this guy is. He can’t get enough of cock.”
Inside, Janos kept his sex toys and lube. There were dildos, cock rings, handcuffs, floggers and butt plugs. Brock lifted a soft, red suede flogger and fondled its tentacles.
“I think he liked being spanked, don’t you?” he asked Dean.
“He did,” Dean replied. He reached out a double-ended dildo while his imagination went into overdrive. Brock had made him share one of these a few months ago with another cop, back-to-back, buttocks slapping together as they rode the toy greedily, Brock taking turns to fuck their mouths. Dean turned his head towards the bathroom where clouds of steam billowed out through the crack in the door.
“I know what I want to do to him next,” Brock said. He held Dean’s gaze steadily and Dean knew exactly what his partner meant, a favourite kink of his. Some men could take it, some men couldn’t. Dean suspected Janos would be keen to try without any coercion needed.
Dean sat down on the end of the bed. He unlaced his boots and kicked them off. Then he took off his pants and socks, followed by his boxer briefs. He unfastened his uniform shirt but left it on as a concession to Janos’s obvious uniform fetish. If Dean was honest, he had one himself. It was the main reason he had become a cop. He got hard every time he went into the locker room at work and saw a dozen cops in their underwear or less pulling on their uniforms.
Brock followed suit, leaving his shirt on too, his washboard abs on display and his huge, rippling pecs drawing Dean’s attention. He watched his partner wander into the bathroom where he started washing his cock at the sink.
Dean followed, more interested in gazing through the glass door at Janos under the shower. The man stood beneath the spray, soap suds cascading down his lean, compact little body, hard-on jutting out proudly.
Dean jostled for position at the sink, soaping his erect cock with a caressing hand. His fingers felt good. He longed to jerk off right then while watching Janos shower.
He caught the little slut’s eye through the glass and Janos smiled, winked at him, running a hand slowly down his own body, rubbing and pinching at his tiny pink nipples until they stood erect before moving down to palm his cock.
Dean raised his voice above the noise of the water. “No touching,” he said.
“Yes, Officer,” Janos said, immediately withdrawing his hand.
Brock moved back from the sink. He rapped on the glass. “Hurry up,” he told Janos.
“Coming right up,” Janos said but made no move to switch the shower off. As Brock left the room, Janos and Dean’s gazes continued to hold.
Dean watched transfixed as Janos soaped between his buttocks, fingers trailing over his entrance. Then he reached for the shower head, detaching it, holding it behind him. He gave a little moan as the water drummed powerfully against his hole and suds and semen washed away.
Dean touched himself. Janos bent over farther, legs spread, using the water as a masturbatory tool against his hole now, thighs quivering as the water stimulated his entrance.
Dean bit his lip. He jerked off almost unconsciously as Janos’s fingers drifted between his buttocks, touching, probing, a couple slipping inside. He fingered himself, groaning as Dean watched.
“Fucking dirty little slut,” he said.
Janos replaced the shower head. He looked over his shoulder as he buried his fingers deep, jaw slack, breath coming in soft little moans that lifted the hair on the back of Dean’s neck and made his prick throb. At that moment, Dean wished he could be a fly on the wall in Janos’s bedroom when he enjoyed private time such as this. He could watch this man pleasure himself all day, using those toys in the nightstand drawer while lying spread-eagled on the mattress and coming his brains out. Dean imagined watching another man, a stranger, fuck Janos and liked the idea of that too. He idly wondered if Janos had ever had a group of men, fucking his sweet little hole one after the other, using him until he couldn’t take any more.
Brock came back. He stopped short when he saw what Janos was doing. “You just can’t get enough, can you?” he asked admiringly.
Janos shook his head. “Going to give me more, Officer?” he asked cockily.
Brock clenched his jaw. “You better believe it. Get your tight little ass out here.”
