Bad Cop, Worse Cop

by Amber March

  Janos withdrew his fingers. Then he turned off the shower and pushed the door open, stepping out in all his naked, dripping glory. It was a crush in the small room with the three of them, particularly as both Brock and Dean were big and broad-shouldered. Janos squeezed between them, dwarfed by their bulk, to take a towel off the rail and both of them stared at him, making way for the glorious fuck-toy in their midst.

  Dean didn’t know about Brock, but he was sure he could have gone for the rest of the night. He doubted anyone who’d ever fucked Janos had got tired of his beautiful body and pert, perfect ass.

  The three of them filed out, Janos still drying himself.

  “On the bed,” Brock said and Janos did as he was told, tossing his towel aside and lying down on his back with his prick rigid against his belly.

  Brock’s cock was leaking. He climbed onto the bed and presented it to their lover’s face and Janos sucked it down obediently. Dean rooted in the nightstand drawer, locating a big bottle of lube. He slicked up one of the toys, an average-sized, ridged pink dildo. He pushed Janos’s thighs apart, knees up and dabbed a blob of lube over his pucker. Janos moaned softly as Dean rubbed the lube over and around his entrance, lingering, taking his time, before he slowly worked the toy into Janos’s ass.

  Janos gasped around Brock’s prick, the swollen flesh plugging up his moans as Dean lodged the toy deep and then started to fuck him with it. After a few moments, he forced Janos’s fingers around the dildo. “Here. Fuck yourself.”

  Janos gave an answering whine. He worked his ass eagerly with the toy and Dean knelt between his legs, jerking off while he watched. Brock suddenly shifted position. He turned to face Dean, straddling Janos’s head and forcing his dick back down his throat. Janos stretched up to suck him deep, hands grasping Brock’s buttocks and squeezing.

  Brock leaned forward. In turn he sucked Janos’s cock into his mouth and Janos bucked up excitedly. Dean watched the sixty-nine with titillation. Brock swallowed Janos all the way to his stones and sucked fiercely. Janos worked his own ass harder with the dildo, slurping on Brock’s cock greedily, saliva around his mouth.

  Brock gave as good as he got, sucking Janos’s swollen prick, lashing the head with his tongue, rolling his balls between his palms and squeezing them almost to the point of pain judging by Janos’s smothered whimpers.

  Dean kind of figured that he liked a little pain by now though. He took back possession of the dildo and fucked Janos vigorously with it and Janos writhed on the bed and moaned with mounting pleasure, thrusting into Brock’s mouth.

  Dean slid down between Janos’s legs, keeping the dildo in place. He sucked on Janos’s balls, face inches away from Brock’s and tongued Janos’s perineum. A sudden increase in volume told him Brock had unplugged Janos’s mouth. His cries were given free reign as Brock sucked him off and Dean fucked him with the toy and pressed his tongue firmly up against his taint.

  He pulled the toy free then and pushed Janos’s knees up to his chest. Then he tongued his exposed asshole and listened to Janos’s cries for more.

  His pucker was delicate and tender beneath Dean’s tongue, stretched from the dildo. He tasted of soap and arousal. His cries were smothered once more and looking up, Dean saw Brock was now sat right on Janos’s face, grinding down, getting his ass rimmed in turn.

  Janos craned up, eagerly licking, pulling Brock’s cheeks apart with his hands to delve deeper, gasping and panting for breath.

  Dean didn’t want him to come just yet. Teasing was all part of the fun. He liked it when he and Brock pleased a guy doubly this way. There was nothing better than getting your cock sucked and your ass rimmed at the same time.

  He pulled away and Janos groped for his head, urged him back, begging him breathily not to stop and Dean resumed his task, working Janos’s sweet ass open with the tip of his tongue, pushing through the tight muscle.

  Janos squealed. He licked at Brock’s fuzzy hole frantically, Brock’s heavy balls on his chin, Brock jerking himself off as he sucked Janos’s cock determinedly.

  Dean lifted his head and Brock did too at the same time, eliciting moans of displeasure from Janos. “Shut up,” Brock said and slapped him on the ass, a flurry of hard little spanks to both cheeks that had Janos gasping midway between pain and pleasure. Brock looked at Dean. “How do you feel about you and him having a little fun with that?” He gestured to the double-ended dildo still lying on the edge of the bed.

  A rush of arousal made Dean’s cock leak. He scooped up some of the fluid, held it out to Brock to suck with a grin at his partner. Then he reached for the lube. Brock climbed off Janos and sat next to him as he slicked up the new toy.

  Janos watched wide-eyed. “Officer,” he said coyly. “Are you trying to tell me you like to take something up your ass? I thought you and your partner were all about pitching, not catching.”

  Dean smiled wryly. “I can take it with the best of them.”

  Janos scrambled to sit up, legs spread wide. “Glad to hear it.”

  Dean had lubed both ends up when Brock took the toy from him. He gestured to Dean to face Janos with his knees up and apart. Dean did so, lying back and waiting.

  Brock slicked Dean’s ass up first. He slid meaty fingers inside, making Dean gasp. Brock’s eyes were dark. When Dean gave him chance, Brock loved anal play with his partner. Oftentimes he just liked to finger Dean or tongue his ass. When there was no other man to play with and Brock was desperate to get off, Dean might straddle his lap in the front seat of their patrol car with his pants pulled down, Brock’s mighty cock spreading him wide, Dean’s cock jerking with a life of its own as he bounced on Brock’s rod. One time another couple of cops had caught them, watching through steamed up windows as Dean and Brock got off before climbing in and rocking the car six ways to Sunday. The suspension had never been the same since that little orgy.

  Brock worked the toy into his ass. Dean’s cock twitched, leaking against his belly and he groaned as he took several inches of the slick dildo. Brock turned his attention to Janos who shifted closer and with the toy lodged inside him, Dean watched as Brock pushed the other end of the dildo into Janos.

  Janos moaned. He shifted his backside, taking as much as he could, swallowing up his share of the dildo until his feet were on either side of Dean’s body and their balls were pressed together, the dildo hidden between the two of them.

  Janos cursed. He reached for Dean’s cock, started jacking him fiercely. Dean rocked on the dildo, mashing their balls together deliciously, felt Janos’s breath on his face before the other man kissed him. Their tongues tangled; Dean closed his hand around Janos’s cock. They both fucked themselves on the dildo and while they did, Brock took his cell out and snapped photos. He had a library of incriminating photos and videos of Dean. Only last night he had taken shots of Dean lying across the hood of their patrol car with legs spread and his asshole exposed, hand wrapped around his swollen cock.

  “Do you want to get fucked?” Brock asked Dean, who was really getting into it.

  “Yeah,” he said.

  Brock grinned. He lubed up his cock. “Would you like to fuck my partner while I fuck you?” he asked Janos.

  Janos’s answer was to scramble back off the dildo and grab the lube bottle. Dean slid the toy free and presented himself on hands and knees. He didn’t mind being offered out to their little slut like Brock’s whore. On the contrary, it excited him. Four hands touched his backside, stroking his cheeks, slapping, and he winced, groaning as his buttocks flamed. He didn’t mind a little bit of spanking though and sometimes Brock turned the heat right up and went all out with various items of his vast repertoire of toys while restraining Dean in complicated knots of rope. He saw his partner grab the red suede flogger and yelled as Brock brought it down on his ass.

  Janos laughed. He spanked Dean while Brock hit him with the flogger. Fuck, it was hot. Dean squirmed and protested while the pain made his cock throb. All too soon he felt iron-hard flesh pushing against his wet hol
e. Janos’s delicate hands gripped his hips as he thrust inside.

  Dean cursed loudly. He gasped for breath as he was filled by Janos’s thick rod. He panted, head hanging down as Janos rode him hard and fast. Glancing back, he saw Brock lining himself up, penetrating Janos and the man in the middle bucked forward, giving Dean every inch, groaning as he both fucked and was fucked.

  Their combined cries and grunts filled the air as they rode the train together. Sweat ran down Dean’s back and Janos’s balls slapped against his ass. Janos licked the perspiration from Dean’s spine and made him shake with pleasure. Every time Brock drove into Janos, Janos filled Dean to the hilt. Dean groped for his cock, grabbed it, jerked off roughly.

  None of them could last. Brock was first. Janos gave a little squeal as Brock filled him and then he bucked into Dean unsteadily and Dean felt his heated load spurt into his ass. The feeling tipped him over the edge. He came with a shout, creaming his hand and the bed covers.

  Brock pulled free and Janos slid down onto Dean’s back heavily, panting for breath.

  “Fuck,” Brock said. “That was hot.” He disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Janos and Dean still in a tangled, sweaty heap.

  “You going to get up before you smother me?” Dean said even though Janos’s weight was negligible.

  Janos grunted and withdrew, shifting onto his back. Dean felt the cum sitting in his ass. He rolled over and some dribbled free onto the bed.

  Brock reappeared. He knelt at Dean and Janos’s feet and in turn, he pushed their knees up. “Let me look,” he said.

  Dean spread his legs obediently and Janos went further and pulled his buttocks apart. Brock dipped his head and Dean watched as his partner rimmed Janos again. It was true to say Brock couldn’t get enough of this. One time during a particularly tense interrogation, Brock had threatened their suspect if he didn’t start talking. He had told the man that if he didn’t co-operate, Brock was going to eat his ass until he screamed.

  The man had paled, stammered and said he didn’t understand. Shortly after, Dean had held him down while Brock wrenched free his pants, tore his underwear, spread him roughly apart and rimmed his ass. The man had nearly screamed the place down so Dean had had to shove his briefs in his mouth to keep him quiet. Their suspect had come his brains out, ejaculating the biggest load Dean had ever seen.

  Dean had been so hot that he’d pushed the man off the table and laid down in his place, begging Brock to do him. Brock had taken his cock out and fucked him, and their suspect—an innocent man as it happened— getting in on the act, had knelt up on the table and forced his cock down Dean’s throat, spit-roasting him.

  Dean smiled fondly. Then he grabbed Brock’s head and shoved him down to his own ass. Brock’s eager tongue found his tender hole. Dean groaned, his unflagging cock standing to attention once more. Janos watched with his hand around his own stiffening cock.

  Brock licked away every bit of semen dribbling from Dean’s entrance. He sucked at his balls and then his cock until Dean was ready once more and then he sat up, looking at Janos.

  “Ready for the big finale?” he asked, his chin wet.

  Janos looked at Dean. “Which is?”

  “Why don’t you sit on my partner here and we’ll show you?” Brock said with a charming smile.

  Janos only hesitated a second. He knew all right. He straddled Dean and sank down on his cock, gasping as he impaled himself. Dean gripped his hips, holding him still. Brock knelt between Dean’s legs. He pushed Janos flat onto Dean and Dean tried to watch over his shoulder while Brock lubed himself up once more and dabbed some over Janos’s entrance where it was stretched around Dean’s cock.

  Janos mouthed Dean’s neck and Dean shivered, planted a few reassuring kisses on his lover’s temple as he felt Brock’s cock slide wetly against his own.

  Janos gave a little shocked gasp. His hands clutched at the covers above Dean’s head, his spine arching and Dean nuzzled his throat, hands clenching his ass.

  Fuck, it was hot. Brock sheathed himself deep, almost nudging Dean free from their tight enclosure, but Dean didn’t mind. He was only a few inches in but the sensation of Brock’s cock against his own in Janos’s tight ass was mind-blowing.

  Janos whimpered. He whined as Brock started to fuck him and Dean looked up at his face intently, making sure it was okay. A little pain was fine but he knew where to draw the line. But Janos’s sounds were unmistakeable. He moaned and shook and Dean lifted his hips, unable to keep still, fucking him too, listening to the little slut cry for more.

  Janos’s cock was rock hard and leaking. Dean palmed it, jerked it against his chest, bringing Janos to the edge in record time.

  “Fuck,” Janos hissed. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come.”

  His ass clenched both their cocks. Brock let out a loud groan and in the next moment Dean felt semen spurt over his cock, drip down it and pool on his balls deliciously. He bucked up eagerly and Janos howled, creamed over his chest, grinding down on their cocks, taking as much as he could.

  Dean shouted. He came, his cock sliding against Brock’s, his body shaking with ecstasy.

  The three of them collapsed. In a few minutes, Dean was recovered enough to assist Brock in spreading Janos out on the bed and eating out his thoroughly fucked ass.

  Their heads knocked and bumped as they tongued their little slut until he screamed himself hoarse. Dean rather hoped the neighbours didn’t call the police.

  ****

  The two cops lay sweaty and dishevelled with Janos’s little body squeezed in between them. “So anyway guys,” Janos said. “How come you two always end up doubling me?”

  “Because you come extra hard with two cocks inside you,” Brock drawled. “That was some performance tonight, Janos. You would have fooled me completely if I didn’t already know what a little slut you were.”

  Janos beamed. He ran a teasing hand over Brock’s hard abs. “I aim to please, Officer.”

  “Yeah,” Dean said. “It was almost as good as that time you stood on Sin Row pretending to be touting for business and we came up and arrested you.”

  Janos turned his head and licked at his ear lobe. “Do I make a convincing rent boy, Officer?”

  Sure he did. Dean nearly got hard again just thinking of Janos standing on the street corner in his skimpy outfit and lip-gloss slicked lips, waving a little man purse and protesting his innocence as the two cops rolled up. They’d arrested him, cuffed him, thrown him in the back of their car and then taken him someplace quiet for an interrogation, tearing his tiny shorts from him and using him mercilessly. That had been one of many fine sessions with Janos Kovacs, their own personal slut.

  Janos’s crystal blue eyes held Dean’s own. He ran his tongue slowly over his lips and winked at Dean before he leaned closer.

  “One day, Officer,” he whispered into his ear, “why don’t you come up and see me alone? We’ll have a little fun together, just you and me.”

  Dean swallowed. He glanced over at Brock who glowered at him. His partner climbed off the bed, yawning and went into the bathroom. Dean sat up, shifting to the edge of the mattress and looking for his clothes.

  Janos knelt up behind him. He kissed the back of Dean’s neck.

  “Not going to happen,” Dean said in a low voice. “It’s both of us or nothing.”

  Janos slid an arm around his torso, chest pressing against Dean’s back and heart beating hard. He nuzzled Dean’s ear, not saying anything.

  The two cops buckled their utility belts in the kitchen while Janos stood at the counter drinking a Diet Coke thirstily and wearing the stained pyjama bottoms. Dean eyed his lean torso, the bulge between his legs and wished he could stay a little longer.

  “Come on,” Brock said gruffly, pulling open the door. Janos followed them to the threshold. Brock turned his face away when Janos tried to kiss him. Dean didn’t. He pulled Janos close, found his tongue with a deep kiss. Janos’s hands moved over the equipment on his belt – Taser, cuffs, the gu
n in its holster and the nightstick Janos had carefully washed for him.

  “All right, get a room,” said Brock.

  That sounded like an excellent idea to Dean, a hotel room and he and Janos fucking like bunnies all weekend. He disentangled himself reluctantly and caught that saucy wink from Janos once more as he walked away.

  In the car, Dean put his hat on, leaned back against his seat with the brim pulled low over his eyes. Images warred for attention in his head: Janos bent over the table with his buttocks flaming and Dean’s nightstick in his ass. Janos’s anus stretching open to accommodate Dean’s prick, semen dribbling from it. Janos behind him, driving into him and filling Dean to bursting with his thick cock. He didn’t know which memory excited him more. He had a thousand stills to add to his spank-bank. He smiled to himself in the dark as Brock started the engine and pulled away from the kerb.

  “That was the best yet,” his partner said. “That guy just gets better and better.”

  “You got that right,” Dean agreed.

  “What shall we do next? I say we get him to dress up as a woman – padded bra, wig, make-up and all. He has great legs for a mini-skirt and stilettos. Meet him at a bar, take him home. I like the idea of him in silk panties, all wet with his spunk. Bending him over and pulling the material aside to fuck his ass.”

  Dean’s cock twitched, started to thicken. He didn’t reply.

  Brock shot him a look as he turned the corner onto the main road. “He’s kind of sweet on you, you know.”

  Dean shrugged. “He just likes to get fucked Brock, that’s all it is.”

  “No it’s not, you know it.”

  Dean thought it best not to comment.

  “You gonna see him without me?”

  Dean glanced at his partner’s chiselled profile. It wasn’t that Brock was exactly a jealous man, but it sometimes seemed to Dean that he could only get off during threeways, two men slavishly pleasing him, Brock holding all the control. Dean had found plenty of men who could satisfy him solo and he suspected Janos would fall into that category. Not that he was interested, or so he told himself. “Why would I?” he asked Brock.