“That’s right. Fuck yourself.”

  Dean moaned. He rode his captain’s fingers shamelessly.

  “Fucking little whore.” Xander slapped him again. He clicked some photos of his fingers in Dean’s ass.

  Dean gasped and writhed. “Please, Captain,” he burst out. “Fuck me. Please.”

  Xander cackled. “Yeah, he said you’d beg for it too. Strong top man until someone starts playing with your ass and then you’re anybody’s slut. Tell me why I don’t pass your wet little hole around the station right now.”

  Dean ground his teeth. The way his ass ached and his cock throbbed, he couldn’t think of anything hotter than being fucked by a dozen rampant cops. He whimpered as Xander withdrew his fingers and paddled his ass again.

  “You’d like it wouldn’t you?” His captain persisted.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes. Remember that you’re mine now, Dean and if I want to offer your ass to someone else, I will, got it?”

  “Yes.” Dean jumped with every slap of the paddle. His buttocks flamed and the pleasure grew steadily.

  “That’s right. When I want to watch you getting fucked, you’ll be ready twenty-four seven, okay?”

  “Yes,” said Dean and he squirmed in shameful excitement at being the captain’s toy.

  “Good boy.” Xander dropped the paddle on the desk. He pushed his pants and underwear down his thighs and coated his stiff shaft with lube. He rubbed the head slowly over Dean’s desperate asshole, pushing with increasing pressure. “I’m going to cream your tight little ass, Dean. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” Dean cursed under his breath. He had to stop himself from ramming himself back and impaling himself on the captain’s tool. He swayed on the desk, cock throbbing and leaking, waiting as Xander stretched him open.

  It was bliss. Xander filled his ass to the hilt, filling him so full he couldn’t breathe or move and Dean gasped and panted and nearly begged for more, such was his pleasure.

  “That’s right, you little slut.” Xander gripped his hips. He withdrew and nailed Dean and Dean yelled. Xander slapped one sore cheek. “Keep it down, boy.”

  “Sorry, Captain.”

  “You will be.”

  Xander started to fuck him with slow, firm strokes. He gave Dean every inch of his long, thick cock each time, plundering his ass into submission.

  Dean bit his hand to stop himself yelling. He slid around on the desk, battered by the captain’s cock. His prick dripped every time Xander struck his prostate. He pulled at his cuffs, desperate to touch himself.

  Xander slapped his ass. “You don’t come until I say so, slut.”

  Dean whined in frustration. “Please.”

  “Shut up. You’re here for my pleasure, not the other way around.” Xander was breathless. Dean craned his neck to see the gleam of sweat on his captain’s lip, his shirt open and his chiselled chest exposed. His thick cock threatened to split Dean open. He couldn’t get enough of it.

  He bucked back, riding his captain’s dick, moaning like the slut Xander had turned him into and Xander gripped his balls, squeezed and said, “Come for me then, boy.”

  The captain thrust hard, burying himself deep and then grabbed at Dean’s cock. He gave it one fierce tug and Dean spurted everywhere at the same time the captain sent torrents of spunk up his ass.

  Xander snapped his hips jerkily, panting for breath. He withdrew and Dean felt the semen running down his legs. The captain spread his cheeks apart as Dean lay gasping on the desk. “Full of my cream, you filthy little slut.”

  Dean didn’t respond. He was exhausted but suspected Xander hadn’t finished with him. He jumped as a hot tongue circled his entrance. Xander straightened up. “I forgot how good I taste. Wonder if anyone wants to see?”

  Dean glanced around as Xander picked up the phone. What the hell?

  “Brock, yeah, why don’t you go and pick our little friend up on a misdemeanour? He usually has some weed hanging around, that should be enough.”

  Xander hung up. He looked amused at the expression on Dean’s face. “What? You want him, don’t you?”

  “But you said...”

  “I know what I said. And I never said he was coming here to get fucked by you, Dean.”

  The captain’s words didn’t make any difference to the interested twitching of Dean’s cock. Janos was on his way and that thought excited Dean beyond belief. He couldn’t help himself.

  Xander wiped himself off with some tissues and tucked his cock away. When Dean tried to rise, Xander shoved him back down again. “No you don’t.” He made Dean lie handcuffed and bare-assed over his desk, waiting.

  What a wait it was. An agony of anticipation and Dean reliving every thrilling second of that night at Janos’s house with Brock. It wasn’t the first time of course, but every time seemed like the first time with Janos, that’s how pleasurable it was. You’re keen on him, Xander had said, making the words sound dirty. Was Dean keen on him? He didn’t get keen on any man. Getting keen was a way to end up with your dignity in tatters. But Janos... well, Dean just liked to fuck him, didn’t he? That’s all it was. Janos was a little slut with a tight ass who was up for pretty much anything. If that made Dean keen, then so be it. He was just a man who liked to get off, regularly and in exciting ways. That was all.

  The longer he lay over the desk, the harder his cock got. Xander pretended not to notice. He sat at his desk shuffling papers as though Dean wasn’t stretched out in the middle of them.

  Dean huffed finally. “Can I get up or what?”

  The captain turned piercing black eyes on him. “Can I get up or what, what?”

  “Can I get up or what, Sir? My back’s hurting.”

  “And that’s your punishment. For fucking my toy. When he arrives I’m going to punish you some more, so in answer to your question, no you can’t get up. Or what.”

  Dean dropped his head down to the desk. He ground his teeth, shuffling his feet and pulling pointlessly at his cuffs.

  He didn’t know how long it was until the captain’s door opened and the man of his dreams stood there in Brock’s grip. Brock grinned to see Dean spread-eagled on the desk, while Janos stared. A man of barely five feet six, he was slender and dark-haired with big blue eyes. Just the sort of man to get Dean’s cock twitching and then some. That night sharing Janos with Brock came into his mind again, not that it had ever left. He had been obsessing about it for days. His hand ached through jerking off.

  “Come in,” Xander said. “Shut the door.”

  Dean held steady eye contact with Janos, unable to stop himself blushing at the position Xander had him in.

  “Well, you’ve got yourself into a fine mess this time, Dean.” Brock cackled and slapped Dean hard on the ass.

  “You don’t know the half of it,” Xander said. “We’ve been having words. I told Officer Carey I was unhappy with him playing with my toy.” He looked pointedly at Janos. Janos stayed silent.

  “Indeed,” Brock said and shuffled his feet. He might have been reliving his punishment at Xander’s hands with some relish because the bulge in his regulation pants was huge.

  “I’m not sure how repentant Dean is,” Xander continued. He threw a hefty glare Janos’s way. “Undress.”

  Janos didn’t even hesitate. He was way too keen to strip off. He left his clothes discarded in a heap and stood bare-assed in the middle of the captain’s office. Dean tried not to look. He tried not to eye Janos’s thick, rigid cock.

  “See anything you like, Dean?” Xander asked.

  Janos folded his arms around his back. He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet so his cock swung heavily.

  “Slut,” Xander said. He wheeled his chair out from behind his desk. “Cuff him, Brock.”

  Janos gasped as Brock grabbed him roughly by one wrist and cuffed his hands together behind his back. Dean bit his lip, desperately aroused and watched as Brock manhandled Janos to the captain’s sofa and pushed him down. Janos didn’t say anything. He lifted his feet up onto the cushion and sat with his knees open, giving every man in the room a perfect view.

  Xander gave a cold smile. “Isn’t he unbelievable? I really can’t blame you for wanting to fuck him, Dean.” He lifted his finger and crooked it at Janos. “Come here.”

  Janos did as he was told. He followed the motion of the captain’s finger until Xander indicated he should kneel at his feet between his spread knees. The captain unfastened his pants and Dean’s heart pounded with excitement as Xander pulled his prodigious cock free. He grasped Janos by the back of the head and guided his rigid pole between his toy’s pouting lips.

  Janos gave a little whimper of excitement and swallowed the captain’s meat enthusiastically. He slid up and down Xander’s cock, leaving it glistening with saliva, taking every inch and Dean watched with his own prick throbbing.

  Fuck, he knew right about now how good Xander was feeling. Janos had a wicked mouth on him. A wicked ass too, one Dean was desperate to get acquainted with again. Dean glanced at Brock and saw his partner had his cock free, jerking off with soft, satisfied grunts.

  Xander looked at the pair of them in amusement. “How much do you want what I’m getting?” he questioned.

  Dean shifted on the desk, cock aching. “Bad enough to do anything you want,” he said.

  Xander smiled slowly. He looked at Brock. “And you?”

  Brock shrugged. “I can take or leave him. But if you want me to fuck him, or Dean, or even you, Captain, you only have to ask.” He gave a simpering smirk.

  Dean looked at him in disbelief. Xander laughed. “There’s always something you can do for me, Brock. I know you’re fond of a rimjob and I think Dean’s ass is drying out here. He needs to get ready for another fucking. Can you do that for me?”

  Dean tensed as Brock strode over to the desk. He dropped to his knees behind Dean, spread his buttocks apart and swiped at Dean’s entrance with his slick tongue.

  “Fuck.” Dean arched on the desk.

  “That’s good, Brock,” Xander said, holding Janos’s head down on his cock. “I’ve never seen a man who appreciates an asshole more than you do.”

  Brock didn’t answer. He was too busy eating Dean out with long slurps of his talented tongue. Dean writhed on the desk. He panted for breath, gaze focused on Janos’s mouth swallowing the captain’s prick. He pulled at his cuffs, desperate to free his hands so he could touch himself. His cock had been so hard for so long now it throbbed for release. Dean felt like the slightest touch would make him go off like a rocket.

  He groaned and tried to rub himself against the desk.

  “Here,” Xander said, handing the butt plug to Brock. “Open him up.”

  Brock was swift with the lube. He eased the toy into Dean’s ass and Dean moaned and gasped like a whore, impaled and wriggling. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take without exploding.

  “He’s desperate for it,” Xander remarked. “Do you want to fuck him, Janos?”

  Janos lifted his head away from Xander’s cock in surprise. His blue gaze met Dean’s. He bit his lip, clearly thrilled. “Yes, please,” he said.

  Dean remembered being fucked by Janos on his bed a few days ago. Janos pushed into Dean while Brock fucked Janos. A perfect train that had ended up with them all coming their brains out.

  Janos stood up. Brock did the honours for him, lubing up Janos’s dick and taking the butt plug out of Dean. Janos stood poised behind Dean, hands still cuffed behind him, pulling at his bonds in frustration.

  “What?” Xander asked. “I’m not going to let you touch him, slut. Brock, help him out.”

  Brock stood behind Janos. He guided his cock to Dean’s hole, rubbing the head slowly over the wet pucker, greasing Janos’s way. Janos trembled with excitement. He bucked forward and Brock reached around him, grabbed Dean’s hips and held him steady as Janos penetrated the cop.

  Dean cursed. He looked over his shoulder, panting for breath and watching Janos thrust without being able to touch him. Brock unfastened his pants. He rubbed his rampant cock against Janos’s buttocks, groaning, looking to their captain for permission.

  Xander touched himself, easing his hand slowly down his engorged shaft, clearly enjoying the action. “You want a piece of him, Brock?”

  “Yeah,” Brock said. “This guy told us he likes to get fucked by cops every day of the week. Did you know that?”

  Xander glanced at Janos who was hitting his stride, fucking Dean like a trooper, grunting with each thrust. “Is that right?”

  “Sure is,” Brock said. Slyly, he passed a lubed hand down his own shaft, nearly trembling with the need to sheath his cock somewhere tight. Dean watched, barely able to focus beyond his own need to come.

  “Go on,” Xander directed.

  Brock growled. He grabbed Janos by the hips and sheathed himself deep. Dean suspected Janos was already ready, just like he’d been when he’d called the two cops to his house on the pretend hoax call last week. His ass had been wet and open and ready for business when Dean had first put his hand down there and he suspected it was primed and ready now too.

  They were making that same train. Brock shoved Janos forward into Dean’s ass. Janos quivered and groaned and nailed Dean to the desk and Dean took it all, his orgasm begging for release. The captain stood up. He walked around to the other end of the desk and climbed up on it. He knelt before Dean, grabbed the cop by his hair and guided his cock into his mouth. Dean took it with relish. He sucked greedily while Janos pounded him into next week.

  Xander groaned. His cock pulsed. He pulled back and discharged thick, creamy wads of semen over Dean’s face. Dean closed his eyes, licking his lips. The taste of the captain’s juice tipped him over the edge. He came hands free, spurting endlessly just as he felt Janos fill his ass.

  ****

  The captain told Dean to take Janos to the cells for the rest of the day. Janos seemed unconcerned. He allowed Brock to clean him up and dress him and then Dean led the prisoner down to the cells. He uncuffed Janos and locked him in the cell. He glanced back once as he left.

  Dean couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the shift thinking of Janos locked away, on tap for anyone who wanted him. What was Xander’s plan? To go down there later and use Janos in his cell? Or to lure Dean down there and then catch him in the act with his captain’s off-limits toy? His captain had strange ideas about what was off-limits though. He didn’t mind watching Janos with Brock and Dean so much after all. Dean’s underwear was still damp with Janos’s semen. When he shifted at his desk, his cock ached for more of what he’d had in Xander’s office. Never had he enjoyed getting fucked so much as when Janos was doing it.

  Finally by the end of the shift, he couldn’t take any more. He went down to the cells at eight pm. The night duty sergeant was in place. Opposite his work station, Janos laid stretched full length on his cot.

  “Captain Bayfield has asked me to relieve you,” Dean said.

  The sergeant frowned. He studied Dean’s eyes a moment and then seemed to get it. He rose from his desk and collected his belongings. He tossed the keys at Dean. Then he patted Dean on the shoulder and winked. “Enjoy.”

  Dean said nothing. He settled himself in the still-warm chair and put his feet up on the desk, crossing his ankles. Janos was the only prisoner down here in the basement. The air was cool and pleasant. Dean looked up at the camera mounted high on the wall. Xander was still in his office but it didn’t mean he had access to the cell footage. But then why else lock up Janos down here? Dean licked his lips nervously and eyed Janos through the bars.

  Janos laid relaxed and sprawled, hands behind his head. His casual manner irritated and aroused Dean. He knew Janos was playing with him, like always.

  “Get undressed,” he ordered.

  Janos raised an eyebrow. Then he climbed up off his bunk and started to disrobe while Dean watched.

  Janos’s cock was hard. He lay down again, legs splayed wantonly. Dean ground his teeth. He got up and approached the bars. In his pocket he carried a small dispenser of lube. He tossed it onto Janos’s bunk. “Use it.”

  Janos said nothing. He did as he was told. Squeezing some of the cool liquid onto his fingers, he probed between his legs.

  “Show me,” Dean ordered. He sat back down at his desk.

  Janos lifted his knees to his chest. He rubbed a glistening finger slowly around his tight entrance, back and forth. He carried this on for so long that Dean grew antsy with need. He jammed a hand in his groin and rubbed.

  “Put it in, you little tease.”

  Janos smirked. He slid his index finger into his ass all the way. With his other hand, he gripped the base of his cock, fondling himself. He moved his finger inside himself, crooking it forward.

  Janos gasped and Dean knew he had found his prostate. His cock seeped onto his belly. Janos gathered the discharge on one finger and brought it to his mouth. He sucked, gaze fixed on Dean.

  “Little slut,” Dean said in a low voice.

  “Your little slut,” Janos responded with a glance to the camera in the corner. Oh, he knew he was about to get Dean into trouble all right. Dean wasn’t sure he cared. Punishment at Xander’s hands was completely thrilling.

  “Another finger,” Dean said.

  Janos did as he was told, penetrating himself with two digits, twisting and turning. He started to breathe heavily, shifting on the bed as he fingered himself.

  “I’m wet for you, Officer,” he said coyly. “Maybe you should come over here and fuck me.”

  “Maybe you should remember who’s in control here,” Dean replied. “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready. If at all.”

  Janos didn’t speak. He starting to writhe on the cot, knees spread and lifted, hand moving rapidly on his straining shaft.

  “Stop touching your cock,” Dean ordered.

  Janos grunted in frustration. He took his hand away and reached behind him to grab onto the bars, pulling at them while he continued to finger himself.

  Dean got up. He walked around the cell to the back so he was standing behind Janos’s head. He gripped Janos’s right wrist and smartly cuffed it to the bars. Janos cursed. “Give me your other hand.”

 

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