(For the Blogger censors ... this a work of FICTION - any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Language, situations and behaviors are only utilized within the confines of the post to enhance the story itself and do not represent any real-life circumstances in any way.)
It had been over a year since Charlie and I had Converted into black thugs and left my partner's husband Mattie in the care of Dannell Stewart, the owner of the Greasetank sex club. Under Dani's supervision, Mattie had jacked up like the officers of the Four-One and became a stable stud - a heroically muscled piece of property to be used and abused as we saw fit and to do the same to anyone we wanted.
Today, was a year since he took the final steps in abandoning his prior identity and becoming a permanently bald, hypermuscled dark-skinned hispanic slave to the both of us. After the initial transformation, Mattie quickly decided to have Zack permanently dye his eyes a deep brown-black, change his prints and alter his teeth as well. Zack had also created a new electronic identity for him as well; 'Inti Valderama' - a poor and (supposedly) uneducated Guatemalan laborer with a not-so-valid immigration record.
He still had a job at Kriatos Shipping (sort of), but that was in name only; he spent his time at gay bars, back alleys and the gym - always ready, willing and able to get himself brutally skullfucked or take a cock or fist up his ass - whenever we weren't doing the same to him. He also worked at the Greasetank as a stable stud - working with Baz to break in Dani's new meat, servicing muscle-bruthas as the owner instructed or starring in hard-core gay videos.
Mattie (or rather, 'Inti' - the slave persona he grew into) had planned an anniversary party for the three of us - I was tasked in getting Charlie to the right place at the right time, but many of the particulars were going to be a surprise to me as well.
Charlie and I had finished our watch and left the Four-One for the day. We were walking down the street to his old apartment - me in a blue tee with the "Ford" logo on it and my partner wearing a white polo with blue stripes.
A puzzled frown appeared on Charlie's face. "Are you sure Mattie said to meet him here at 8 o'clock, Tony? Why did he text you and not me?"
I gave him a grin. "Because it's a surprise, Charlie. You know what today is, right?"
He nodded. "Yeah - August 13th..." As soon as he said it, his face fell as he realized its significance.
"Oh shit... Inti's anniversary..."
"Exactly!"
Charlie looked upset. "Don't worry, he's got something planned for the three of us. Just follow my lead, okay?"
"What's happening?"
I smiled and drew an imaginary zipper across my lips.
My partner chuckled and shook his head. "Ass-clown..."
* * *
We arrived at the building and headed up to his apartment. I turned on the lights and motioned Charlie to follow me into the main bedroom. On the bed were two sets of NYPD uniforms - tight navy blue short-sleeved shirts with patches, shields and nametags - and even tighter riding breeches with blue and silver reflective stripes down the legs. On the floor were two sets of tall black motorcycle boots with thick socks stuffed into the tops.
"Let's get dressed." The two of us stripped naked and got into into the uniforms - we were both commando with only our triple steel c-rings around our cocks and balls.
Once we pulled on the boots, we adjusted the collars, ties - and our ever-thickening equipment - in the full-length wall mirror; our steel-shod shafts making an obscene outline down the legs of our breeches.
My black-haired partner fondled his crotch. "God, I love wearing this version of the uniform..."
"Me too." I pulled Charlie into my arms. We spent some time together stroking our bodies through the material, deep kissing and nuzzling each other's necks. The fact that we were in our uniforms made our situation even more erotic.
I separated from him. "Oops, almost forgot about these!" With a flourish, I withdrew our duty belts from the backpack I had been wearing and we fastened them low over our slim hips.
Charlie kissed me hard on the lips. "Even better, Tony!"
We were thirsty after the trip and the impromtu makeout session. The two of us jingled and clinked as we loped in the kitchen to get some ice water from the refrigerator. At the same time, we both heard some rattling at the front door.
Charlie grinned. "That must be Mattie!"
"Shhhh!!" I winked and flipped off the lights as we watched the apartment door from the dimly-lit kitchen. "It might be a burglar!"
"Ahhhhh...." My partner was grinning from ear-to-ear. Everything was starting to make sense to him now.
The door continued to rattle, then finally opened. Inti appeared in the doorway wearing a white tank and jeans; the hallway light bathing him in an sinister afterglow. The dark latino moved stealthily towards the bedroom.
"Stop right there, motherfucker!" I burst out of the kitchen and pointed my gun at the intruder. The dark-skinned hispanic yelped and put his hands up. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
The bald latino gave me a roguish white smile - "Someone tol' me a real good-lookin' young cop lives here. Wanted to see for myself an' fuck an' fist his ass..."
I holstered my Glock and faux-slammed him down onto the dining room table.
"Hey, not so rough, guapo.... damn, you two papis are HOT as fuck!"
I pulled a pair of cuffs from my belt (I had swapped my regular ones for a set with neoprene liners) and twisted one arm behind the latino's back, snapping them around one wrist, then doing the same with his other arm so both hands were bound behind his back. Then I jerked him upright again. The cuffing had the unfortunate side-effect of tensing his entire upper body into extreme definition; he grinned at us, realizing what had happened; the bulge at his crotch growing more enormous by the minute.
Charlie was watching our performance and trying very hard not to laugh. "Better let me pat him down, Tony..." My partner caressed the latino's upper body, then checked for "contraband" on his lower body - squeezing his ass, rubbing his crotch and stroking his legs. He pulled a wallet out of a back pocket and tossed it to me.
I opened it up
and searched through the contents. "No driver's license. Got an NYC ID.
Says here his name is 'Inti Valderama'. Probably an illegal alien."
I put a mock-serious frown on my face. "I think before we call for pickup, we should teach this lowlife a lesson, don't you, Charlie? Imagine breaking into a cop's apartment to rape his ass!!!!"
All of us were grinning as I pushed Inti towards the door and picked up a brown shopping bag next to entranceway on our way out. Charlie followed and pulled the door shut behind us.
The three of us took the freight elevator down to basement and exited through the heavy steel door to the service alley behind the building. We walked towards the dead-end of the alley, shoving Inti before us. Charlie unholstered his gun and pointed it at the burglar.
"Uncuff him, Tony." I removed the cuffs and stepped back towards Charlie as Inti massaged his wrists, then his crotch, looking at the both of us with a wickedly sexual smile on his face.
"STRIP, Valderama!"
The latino pulled off his tank and tossed it onto the ground. The burglar continued to grin as he turned around and started peeling off his tight jeans to expose a yellow bikini thong barely covering his muscular dark-skinned ass.
The jeans slithered to the ground and Inti stepped out of them, kicking them aside. He leaned against the dumpster and gave us a delighted wink, showing off his massive bulge.
"Mmmm ... looks like you two patruellos are gonna punish me good... jus' don' call ICE, okay? I ain't exactly legal...."
Inti turned around and leisurely stretched himself over the dumpster; he slowly pulled down his pouch to expose his muscled ass and a heavy steel ring against his pucker glinting in the overhead halogens. The pouch soon joined the rest of his clothing on the ground, leaving him completely naked.
Charlie and I looked at each other and grinned. My partner went over to the naked stud and began extracting the gigantic dildo from Inti's ass.
"Looks like we got ourselves a real rough-trade fuckboy, Tony..." Inti grunted as Charlie's arms strained to remove the gigantic intruder. Finally, the latino's hole stretched wide as the massive end exited his pucker. Charlie continued to unscrew the enormous dildo, then tossed it to the ground. Inti's hole was spasming and provided an erotic invitation to the both of us. My lover grinned and gave it a hard, open-handed slap.
"I'd say so ... we're gonna have to teach this lowlife hispanic scumbag a lesson he won't ever forget!"
"Ay!!!!" Inti screamed as my thick ten inches plunged nuts-deep into his guts in one thrust. The latino cried in Spanish as I established a punishing rhythm of brutally fucking him.
Meanwhile, Charlie unzipped his breeches as well; he lubes his rigid ten-incher and grins in anticipation of what's to follow.
After a short while, I bellow as I unload a torrent of cum into the captive's ass and pull out, giving it another hard slap. Charlie takes my place and begins a brutal piston-fucking of the 'alleged' burglar. My partner continues to thrust in and out of the thief's ass until he screams as well and fills Inti's hole with more silvery-white goo.
Charlie pulls out and lifts Inti onto the dumpster. "Hold on, scumbag! We're not done!" Inti's arms shake with effort as he grips the dumpster.
While Charlie had been fucking the perp, I took a huge scoop of the Hyperlube out of the jar, smearing my entire massive arm with the slippery white cream. Inti's twitching hole is dripping cum onto the concrete of the alley as I approach the latino and rub his ass with the lube; I tuck in my thumb and ram my fist into the convulsing pucker.
Inti's scream echoes in the alley as whimpers and babbles in Spanish; more and more of my powerful arm burrows into his guts.
"No más! No más!! Please mister, I can't take no more!!" Inti pounds his fist on the top of the dumpster and weeps.
Charlie's totally into the scene now. "Too bad, fuckboy! We're only getting started! You should have thought of that before you broke into my apartment! Keep going, Tony!" I grind more and more of my arm into the hole before me. My elbow disappears, soon followed by my gigantic bicep and tricep. I continue until my shoulder is pressed against the dark skin of the Int's ass. I rotate my arm inside of him and he moans - whether in agony or ecstasy, I can't tell.
"You like that, don't you, you motherfucker? Huh? How's it feel to have the long arm of the law in your guts?"
Inti continues to babble as I slowly withdraw, my arm covered in a combo of lube, cum and mucus. Charlie takes my place and rapidly punch-fucks his fist into the waiting hole and starts the process of driving his entire arm as well into the guts of the prone latino before him.
Several more of these switchbacks occur, the both of us seeming blessed with an amazing amount of stamina as we repeatedly fuck and fist the perpetrator until all three of us are exhausted. Charlie and I are leaning against the brick wall breathing hard, while Inti has slid off the dumpster and has collapsed onto the concrete, gasping for air.
The lowlife latino agonizingly reaches for his discarded thong and slowly, pulls it back on. With a herculean effort, he levers himself up on his elbows and gives us a tired grin.
"Damn, that was fun! We've got to do this more often!"
"Goddamn, Mattie - this was amazing! YOU were amazing!"
Inti chuckles at the both of us. "All part of my training, amor!"
Charlie turns to me. "You knew about all of this?"
I grin. "Well, not every detail. Mattie and I planned the scenario out. We wanted an anniversary you'd never forget!"
"You didn't!!!"
"I did!" The latino gives us a big smile. "All the tenants facing the alley are at a movie, Radio City or at a fancy restaurant. Seems all of them were winners in some contest or another.... Dani promised to do a professional edit on the recordings and will release it on DVD and his streaming service. He'll use his regular AI process to put different faces on you two for distribution, and we'll get fifteen percent of the gross. Plus, we get the original with the professional edit but without those AI enhancements."
"Let's go back upstairs and order in a big spread from Happy Wok - I ordered "Red, White and Royal Blue" and "White Collar" on-demand too! Then I can return all the 'police brutality' I suffered and do what I came here do - fuck and fist two HOT cops!"
* * *
Well, another story completed! It's amazing how much these AI tools help the creative process along. Normally, I would write a story (and edit, and edit and edit) and then start looking for images on the 'net to accompany the writing. Sometimes I find something (somewhat) correct - other times, I'd have to re-edit the story itself because no pictures are available or appropriate.
Now, let's talk about Mattie - or rather, Inti. I still haven't decided whether or not Damien knows about the change, or knows and accepts the excuse, or is furious at Charlie for supposedly "destroying" his beloved nephew, as Ori had so snidely put it. A lot of ideas are running thru my head right now, so stay tuned for more details!
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