Gavin's hand swiped across his iPhone screen as it buzzed to life, Officer Thompson's name flashing on the display. His heart quickened as he snatched up the device.
"Thompson, what's going on?" Gavin's voice came out huskier than intended, betraying his mix of concern and intrigue.
"Hey Gav, I've got your suspect in custody. Can you come down to the station?"
Gavin's mind raced. "I'll be right there." He ended the call, pulse thrumming.
He remembered the chaos of his ransacked office just a few weeks ago. Upended drawers and scattered files had borne witness to the intruder's frantic search. His jaw clenched. "Bastard," he muttered.
As he strode to the door, his mind conjured images of the perpetrator. Young? Old? What could they have been looking for?
The engine of Gavin's BMW roared to life, its deep purr matching the intensity of his racing thoughts. "Fucking asshole," Gavin muttered, gripping the steering wheel tighter. His anger simmering just beneath the surface.
At the police station he pulled into a parking spot and killed the engine. He took a deep breath, willing his body to calm even as his mind raced with possibilities.
His sharp features were illuminated in the rearview mirror, highlighted by the orange glow of the streetlights outside.
Gavin's hands were strong and capable, their movements smooth as they ran through his jet-black hair. His beard was trimmed to perfection, framing his sharp jawline. His eyes had a determined glint in them as he undid his tie with quick and purposeful movements. He tossed it onto the back seat, a glimpse of his defined chest now visible through the unfastened top button of his shirt. The dark chest hairs peeking out gave him a rugged and confident appearance.
Stepping into the fluorescent-lit lobby, Gavin's eyes immediately locked onto Officer Thompson behind the desk. The officer's tall, muscular frame was encased in a well-fitted black uniform. His broad shoulders and defined arms strained against the fabric, displaying his strength. His silver hair was neatly combed back, adding a touch of maturity to his appearance. Standing at attention, he exuded confidence and authority through his posture and piercing gaze. It was clear that this man commanded respect and held a powerful presence wherever he went.
"Gav!" Thompson greeted, his voice a low rumble. "Glad you could join us so quickly."
Gavin approached, fighting to keep his voice steady. "Of course, I want this resolved as much as you do."
Thompson's eyes narrowed slightly, assessing. "Indeed. Follow me, and we'll see about that."
As they moved deeper into the station, Gavin couldn't shake a growing sense of unease. What exactly did Thompson have planned? He led Gavin down a dimly lit corridor, their footsteps echoing against the cold concrete walls. The air grew thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional distant clang of metal or muffled voice.
"Quiet night," Gavin remarked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Thompson grunted in response. "Always is down here."
"Officer Mills, and the new guy, are they on duty tonight?"
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" replied Thompson with a grin. "No, not tonight".
Gavin's pulse quickened as they approached the final cell. Thompson slowed his pace, coming to a stop in front of a heavy metal door with a small, barred window.
"Here we are," Thompson announced, his voice low and gravelly. "Take a look. His name's Dylan."
Gavin stepped forward, his breath catching as he peered through the window. The sight that greeted him sent a jolt of electricity through his body.
As Dylan perched on the narrow bench, his muscles tensed beneath his tight white t-shirt and faded blue jeans. Gavin could see the determination in his piercing blue eyes and the stubborn set of his jaw. The dim light highlighted the sharp angles of Dylan's face, making him look both youthful and mature. His neatly trimmed crew cut added to his polished appearance as he nervously tapped his fingers against his thighs.
As if sensing their presence, Dylan looked up, his intense gaze locking with Gavin's.
"Fuck," Gavin breathed, unable to tear his eyes away. He felt a rush of heat flood his body, desire mingling with anger in a potent cocktail.
Thompson's voice cut through the haze. "Something wrong?"
Gavin swallowed hard, forcing himself to step back. "No, I just... wasn't expecting that."
"What?" Thompson pressed, a hint of amusement in his tone.
Gavin struggled to find the right words, his mind clouded with conflicting emotions. "So young. So..."
As he spoke, Dylan stood, moving closer to the door. The dim light accentuated the curves of his muscles, and Gavin found himself imagining how they might feel under his hands.
"Christ," Gavin muttered, running a hand through his hair. "What the hell am I thinking?"
Thompson's hand landed heavily on Gavin's shoulder. "Thinking's overrated. Sometimes it's better to just... act."
Gavin's breath caught in his throat as Thompson leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper. "You know, it's quiet here tonight. We could have a little... fun with our friend in there. No one would have to know."
He glanced at Thompson, taking in the older man's intense gaze and the hint of a smirk playing at his lips. The power dynamics at play were palpable, and Gavin felt himself being pulled under their intoxicating influence.
"I... I don't know," Gavin stammered, his resolve weakening with each passing second. "He broke into my office. I should be furious."
"And yet, here you are," Thompson drawled, his hand sliding down to the small of Gavin's back.
Before Gavin could respond, Thompson reached for the cell door, the metallic clang of the lock echoing through the corridor. As the door swung open, Gavin's heart raced, a mix of anticipation and trepidation coursing through his veins.
They stepped into the cramped cell, the air thick with tension. Dylan stood, his back against the far wall, his eyes darting between Gavin and Thompson.
"Well..." Dylan said, his voice low and challenging.
Gavin's fists clenched at his sides, anger flaring up alongside his desire. "You fucking loser" he growled, taking a step closer. "Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you're in?"
But as he moved closer, the scent of Dylan's skin - a heady mix of sweat and something uniquely masculine - filled his senses. Gavin's anger began to melt away, replaced by an overwhelming urge to touch, to taste, to claim.
Gavin stepped forward, his frame looming over Dylan in the sparse cell.
"Take off your t-shirt. Now," he commanded, his deep voice reverberating with authority. The air crackled with tension as Dylan's cocky façade wavered momentarily.
He hesitated, defiant eyes locked on Gavin's intense gaze. Dylan's mind raced - should he resist or comply? Something about Gavin's presence both unnerved and excited him.
Slowly, Dylan began to undress. His toned chest and arms flexed as he lifted his t-shirt over his head. The light in the cell caught the subtle curves and valleys of his body, highlighting every muscle. His smooth chest rose and fell with each breath.
Thompson moved closer, scrutinizing the unfolding scene with a glint of desire in his steely eyes.
"On your knees, boy," Thompson barked gruffly. "Show some respect."
Dylan's eyes flashed between the two imposing men - the ruggedly handsome Gavin and the authoritative Officer Thompson. Sinking to his knees, Dylan felt a confusing mix of vulnerability and anticipation as cool air caressed his exposed body. He couldn't deny the flicker of curiosity amid his defiance as he knelt before Gavin, awaiting whatever would happen next in this charged encounter.
Gavin's palm gripped his head and pulled him closer. The room was thick with the musky scents of arousal and power. Gavin's grip tightened, silently demanding obedience, and Dylan parted his lips in surrender.
Gavin's eyes met Thompson's over Dylan's kneeling form, a silent understanding passing between them. They were in charge now, and Dylan was theirs to pleasure... and discipline... as they saw fit.
Gavin's arousal was undeniable, his trousers straining against his erection as he towered over the kneeling Dylan. He reached out, his powerful hands running roughly over Dylan's smooth face. He stopped at the curve of Dylan's neck, squeezing gently but firmly. "You'll do as we say, understand?"
In response, Dylan swallowed hard but didn't dare break eye contact. Gavin's dominant demeanor was both intimidating and irresistible.
"Now, show me you're sorry" Gavin growled, gesturing to his crotch.
Dylan's defiance faltered, his bravado fading in the face of the powerful dynamic between the two men. He eyed Gavin's impressive bulge, his own arousal mounting in anticipation of what was to come. Slowly, he leaned forward, his tongue flicking out to taste the fabric of Gavin's pants, teasing the massive erection straining beneath.
Gavin's response was immediate - a low groan of pleasure escaped his lips, with a hint of surprise. He looked down on the growing bulge in Dylan's jeans, a devilish smirk curling his lips.
Gavin's fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, and Dylan's eyes widened in awe and desire at the sight before him. Gavin's chest was a wall of muscle. His skin was smooth, yet as the dim light of the cell shone on his torso, the thick hair that ran across his chest seemed to weave together like a thick web, enhancing his rugged masculinity.
As he reached for his pants, Dylan's gaze was drawn to the pronounced bulge that strained against the fabric, causing a flush to spread across his cheeks.
"Time to see what you're made of," Gavin growled, pulling his pants and boxers down. His cock, thick and engorged, bobbed before Dylan's face.
Dark veins run along its surface, pulsing with each beat of his heart. A bead of pre-cum sat on the tip, glistening in the dim light. The head appeared flushed and swollen, begging to be touched.
Dylan hesitated for a moment, aware of the power dynamics at play. Thompson's eyes bored into him, leaving him no choice but to submit. Slowly, he leaned forward, his tongue tentatively tracing the head of Gavin's cock.
Gavin moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. "That's it. Show me you want this."
Emboldened by Gavin's response, Dylan took more of him into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the shaft.
Thompson undid his shirt, revealing his hairy chest with thick strands of black hair weaving together like a dense forest. Scattered throughout were patches of gray, indicating his age and adding to his rugged appearance. His stocky build was evident as the muscles in his arms and chest flexed with each movement.
Thompson's hands took the back of Dylan's head with a firm grip and he pushed him down towards Gavin's cock. His mouth took in more of Gavin's length with each thrust. The veins in Gavin's cock stood out, pulsing with desire as Thompson guided Dylan's movements.
"Look at you, desperate for more," Gavin laughed. "How bad do you want it, Dylan?"
"Bad," Dylan gasped, his voice muffled by the cock invading his mouth.
Gavin and Thompson shared a knowing look. Thompson stepped back, giving Gavin the green light to continue.
"Then earn it," Gavin growled, his face contorted with pleasure and hunger as he pushed Dylan's head down onto his cock, forcing it deeper and deeper into his mouth. Dylan's eyes watered as he struggled to keep up with the pace, his own face a mixture of discomfort and desire.
Thompson's hand moved swiftly into his pants, the fabric stretching and pulling as he stroked his hardening cock. His eyes watched with hunger as Dylan struggled to keep up with Gavin's forceful thrusts. He spat onto his palm, creating a slick shine as he rubbed it around the head of his cock, a look of satisfaction on his face. His hand moved around his cock, the glistening head peeking out from between his fingers. His other hand reached up, fingers gripping his hardened nipple as he twisted and pulled with force. His face contorted with a mix of pleasure and pain as he continued to stroke himself, the movement of his hand almost matching the rhythm of Gavin's thrusts.
"That's it, Gav," he murmured, unable to hold back his excitement any longer. "Show him who's in charge."
Thick strings of saliva oozed from the corners of Dylan's mouth as Gavin thrust his cock deeper into his mouth. The head of his cock disappeared into Dylan's throat with each forceful stroke, causing his eyes to widen and his cheeks to bulge as he struggled to accommodate it. The desperation and discomfort on Dylan's face was evident as he gagged, but he could not resist the attraction of Gavin's dominant command.
Gavin's hand moved swiftly, his fingers gripped the shaft of his cock with force as he pulled it away from Dylan's mouth. He raised it above his head before bringing it down in swift, powerful blows against Dylan's face. Each blow left a trail of saliva on Dylan's skin, glistening in the dim light.
Thompson took a step closer to Gavin, his cock standing at attention and glinting in the dim light. He extended it towards Dylan's mouth, showcasing its impressive length and thickness. Dylan eagerly took both Gavin and Thompson's cocks, struggling to fit them both into his mouth but determined to please them. The veins on their shafts pulsed as he skillfully worked his tongue around them, eliciting moans of pleasure from both men.
Gavin's face contorted in pleasure and Thompson's face flushed red with arousal. Dylan's mouth was stretched to accommodate both of their thick, hard cocks, saliva dripping down their shafts as they thrust into him. Each time they synchronized their movements, it was like watching a perfectly choreographed dance. Dylan's cheeks bulged with each impaling stroke, and the powerful thrusts left trails of saliva across his skin. Two men dominating him at the same time was arousing and almost hypnotic in its intensity.
Thompson's thick cock, glistening with saliva, plunged forcibly into Dylan's mouth, pushing deeper than before and causing Dylan to choke and struggle for breath. Both Thompson and Gavin's faces were flushed with pleasure as they watched Dylan's mouth struggle to accommodate their size.
Thompson leaned in close to Gavin, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced and intertwined, exploring each other's mouths with fervent desire. The heat between them grew as their bodies pressed closer, electricity pulsating through every touch.
With a sudden coughing fit from Dylan, both Gavin and Thompson were forced to withdraw. After a few seconds Dylan's eyes meet Gavin and Thompson's, wide with arousal and a slight sheen of saliva coating his lips. His cheeks are flushed from the deep throating, his chest heaving with each breath. His mouth remained open, inviting them to recontinue their dominant play.
Thompson's intense gaze became fixed on Dylan's face, his lips contorted in a mixture of ecstasy and dominance. He leaned down, his saliva-slicked cock glistening in the dim light, and spat into Dylan's waiting mouth. As he pulled back, Dylan's head was pushed further into Gavin's crotch, his mouth now open wider to accommodate both of their straining cocks. The two men resumed their forceful thrusts, their bodies glistening with sweat as they use Dylan for their own pleasure.
Thompson's pulled abruptly out of Dylan's mouth, causing him to choke and gasp for air. Gavin obediently followed suit, his own cock straining upwards. Thompson grabbed Dylan by the shoulders and roughly raised him upwards, turned him around, and then shoved him towards the wall. With a determined look on his face, he tugged at Dylan's jeans and briefs, yanking them down to his knees with a grunt. Thompson then coated his fingers with spit before forcefully entering Dylan's tight asshole, pushing in inch by inch. The muscles in Dylan's back tensed and strained as he tried to adjust to Thompson's rough intrusion.
Gavin watched, a dark hunger in his eyes as he witnessed his friend's rough handling of the once-confident Dylan. Thompson continued to finger fuck Dylan mercilessly, preparing him for what was to come. Dylan moaned in pain and pleasure as Thompson's fingers stretched him, readying him for the main event.
Thompson stepped back, his fingers coated with Dylan's juices. He looked at Gavin, his eyes ablaze with desire. "Your turn," he growled. "Make him feel the full force." Gavin smiled a predator smile as he stepped forward, his cock harder than ever before.
With a single, swift motion, Gavin pressed his engorged cock against Dylan's stretched asshole, and then forced himself inside. Dylan's body shuddered and arched forward as he felt Gavin's thick girth stretching him to his limits. Gavin's hands gripped Dylan's hips, anchoring him in place as Thompson watched with hungry eyes.
Gavin began to move inside Dylan, slowly at first, but gaining speed and power with each thrust.
Dylan's moans filled the air, muffled by the rough walls. Gavin's muscular body towered over his smaller frame, his hips slamming against Dylan's as he thrust inside him. Dylan's body arched and trembled with each powerful thrust, his skin flushed with desire. Gavin's hands gripped his hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. Each of Gavin's thrusts drove him deeper into Dylan, claiming him as his own. Thompson stood close by, his cock still hard and throbbing, as he observed their union with a lust-filled stare.
In this moment, Gavin and Thompson together had taken all control away from Dylan. He was nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure, a toy to be used and discarded at their whim.
The room was filled with the sounds of their grunts, the wet slapping of flesh on flesh, and Dylan's muffled moans. The three men were lost in the heat of the moment, caught up in their primal lust. Gavin's breathing grew ragged as he picked up the pace, his hips slamming into Dylan with a forceful intensity.
Thompson, watching from afar, could no longer contain himself. He stepped forward, grabbing Dylan's chin roughly in his hand and lifting it upward so their eyes met. His green eyes blazed with an animalistic hunger. He sneered, spitting his saliva onto Dylan's mouth. Dylan had no choice but to part his lips and swallow, his eyes urging for more.
Gavin's breathing grew even more labored as he neared his climax. "I'm gonna cum," he grunted, gripping Dylan's hips even tighter.
"Shoot inside him" Thompson growled, his eyes alight with depravity.
Gavin's thrusts became even more desperate, animalistic grunts escaping his lips. Finally, with a primal roar, Gavin exploded inside Dylan, his hot seed burning him inside. Dylan let out a muffled moan as he felt Gavin's warm cum fill him up, marking him as his own.
Gavin collapsed onto Dylan's back, both of them gasping for air. Dylan could feel Gavin's cock twitching inside him as the last few spurts of cum exploded inside him.
Thompson's body was still tense and his arousal was evident in the way he grabbed at his cock. With a commanding gesture, he instructed Gavin to move aside, unable to resist the need for release any longer. A mix of desire and dominance filled the room as Thompson took control of the situation, his eyes smoldering with raw desire.
With a guttural moan, Thompson plunged his whole cock deep into Dylan's stretched and eager ass. The friction of their bodies meeting was like lightning coursing through their veins, igniting a primal frenzy within them both. Each thrust was wild and urgent, as if they were racing against time. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the rhythm building and building until it exploded in a crescendo of pleasure. And in that moment, there was nothing else but the intense connection between them, two bodies joined in raw passion.
With a wet, slick noise, his cock slid out of Dylan's body, glistening with a mix of their sweat and fluids. In a blur of movement, he reached down and grabbed his cock, guiding it back into Dylan's eager hole. The sight of their bodies coming together again was raw and primal, their skin flushed and shining with exertion.
Thompson's face twisted with ecstasy, his features contorting in intense pleasure. His body tensed and trembled as he released load after load of thick, hot cum inside Dylan. His hot, sticky juice mingled with Gavin's that had entered him just moments before, creating a warm, intimate bond between the three of them. The room was filled with the scent of sex and sweat, their bodies still pulsing with pleasure and desire. It was a moment of raw, primal ecstasy that they would never forget.
Gavin and Thompson shared a satisfied smirk, their eyes meeting. They had taught Dylan a lesson he would not soon forget.
"That's better," Gavin said, wiping his cock on Dylan's t-shirt. He flung it over to Thompson, who did the same.
Thompson and Gavin hastily buttoned up their shirts, their faces flushed from the intense encounter. They then straightened out their pants, tucking in their shirts and adjusting their belts. Dylan's t-shirt was now sticky with the men's cum, a visible reminder of what had just happened. As they finished adjusting themselves, they both seemed more composed and professional, as if nothing had happened.
"Now, let's get out of here," Thompson said, straightening his uniform.
Thompson's face was serious, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he looks down at Dylan.
"Now, this never happened," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Not a word, understood?"
Dylan's face was flushed, and his eyes were downcast as he obediently nodded in agreement.
Thompson stood tall and composed, his uniform pristine again, and his gaze stern as he walked Gavin back to the main desk. His eyes shifted towards Gavin, a subtle reminder of the importance of discretion. Gavin nodded in understanding, knowing that their encounter would remain a secret between the three of them.
