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Authors: Mark Alders
Tags: GLBT, Paranormal, Action
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hindered in any other way. He looked fit, his muscle definition clear, even through his security guards uniform. He had a thick head of black hair, too. Quite handsome. Quite handsome, indeed.
"Okay then, let me show you the grounds, but that's it. Unless you have a warrant, I can't let you into the building," Peter said.
Bruce gestured for Casey to leave the papers in his jacket pocket without drawing attention to his action--well, Peter didn't seem to notice, anyway. He knew his partner was up to something, but what? Perhaps he wanted to play the warrant card later. See how far he could push things with these guards.
"I understand." Bruce smiled and winked at Casey. "Say…Peter, what's that building over there?"
Peter turned. "It's the chemical storage station. Chlorine and stuff's held in there out of harm's way for the pool. Why?"
"Nothing. But I think we should start there."
Peter shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever you want."
Casey almost couldn't contain himself, and had to suppress a chuckle. He didn't want to give anything away. Bruce, without doubt now, was up to something. When they got to the chemical storage station, away from the sight of the main building, everything became clear. Bruce said, "Casey, I don't think Peter here is cooperating as best as he could. I think it's time we questioned him in that way only you know how. What you reckon, buddy?"
Peter's face flashed concern. "What? What have I done? I've cooperated. Besides, I don't have to answer any questions. You don't have anything on me."
Casey didn't need to be told twice. He came in front of Peter, unzipping his trousers and reaching in to reveal his cock to the man. He had a semi already, the cold night air striking his skin adding to the sensation which accelerated his arousal. "Ready for my questions, Peter?"
"What the freaking hell? What sort of joke is this? Are you sure you're--"
Peter couldn't finish his words. Bruce had come around behind him, securing his arms behind his back so the man couldn't break free. "Be quick, buddy."
Casey couldn't help but feel complete and utter admiration for Bruce. Not only did he accept his ability with an open mind, he now helped him, too. They really were a great partnership, like Batman and Robin.
Peter squirmed, doing his best to try and release himself of Bruce's hold, to no avail. He knew what his partner meant by needing to act quick. Sure, Bruce was massive, able to handle the man easily, but if the security guard got smart and back-kicked him in the balls, his hold would be realised in an instant.
Urgency overtook Casey's actions and a heartbeat later, and almost without thought, Casey grabbed at the front of Peter's trousers, finding his zipper and undoing it in no time flat. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."
Before Peter could call out for help, still stunned no doubt by what was happening to him, Casey had pulled his cock free from his clothes. He was intact and of a size which matched his stature. Then again, not all men could be well hung, that was a fact. Perhaps Peter was a grower, his full potential evident when he got a hard on. In any case, Casey wasted no time. He touched his foreskin onto Peter's. Thankfully, the tingling sensation had started well before he had exposed himself, otherwise the whole interrogation could have been for nothing. His foreskin only did its thing when it tingled. No tingle, no truth from any bloke no matter how hard Casey willed such a thing.
Peter gasped.
Casey nodded to Bruce, signalling for him to let Peter go. He had retracted Peter's foreskin, his head nice and moist, as was to be expected from an intact man. He then rolled his own foreskin so he replaced what he retracted, stopping when he reached Peter's coronal ridge.
When he was satisfied he was docked properly, he asked, "Is Randy Piper in the Gym?"
"Yes."
Bruce looked at Casey, coming to pat him on his shoulder. "Damn, that's some freaky weird thing to witness, but it sure does
"Okay then, let me show you the grounds, but that's it. Unless you have a warrant, I can't let you into the building," Peter said.
Bruce gestured for Casey to leave the papers in his jacket pocket without drawing attention to his action--well, Peter didn't seem to notice, anyway. He knew his partner was up to something, but what? Perhaps he wanted to play the warrant card later. See how far he could push things with these guards.
"I understand." Bruce smiled and winked at Casey. "Say…Peter, what's that building over there?"
Peter turned. "It's the chemical storage station. Chlorine and stuff's held in there out of harm's way for the pool. Why?"
"Nothing. But I think we should start there."
Peter shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever you want."
Casey almost couldn't contain himself, and had to suppress a chuckle. He didn't want to give anything away. Bruce, without doubt now, was up to something. When they got to the chemical storage station, away from the sight of the main building, everything became clear. Bruce said, "Casey, I don't think Peter here is cooperating as best as he could. I think it's time we questioned him in that way only you know how. What you reckon, buddy?"
Peter's face flashed concern. "What? What have I done? I've cooperated. Besides, I don't have to answer any questions. You don't have anything on me."
Casey didn't need to be told twice. He came in front of Peter, unzipping his trousers and reaching in to reveal his cock to the man. He had a semi already, the cold night air striking his skin adding to the sensation which accelerated his arousal. "Ready for my questions, Peter?"
"What the freaking hell? What sort of joke is this? Are you sure you're--"
Peter couldn't finish his words. Bruce had come around behind him, securing his arms behind his back so the man couldn't break free. "Be quick, buddy."
Casey couldn't help but feel complete and utter admiration for Bruce. Not only did he accept his ability with an open mind, he now helped him, too. They really were a great partnership, like Batman and Robin.
Peter squirmed, doing his best to try and release himself of Bruce's hold, to no avail. He knew what his partner meant by needing to act quick. Sure, Bruce was massive, able to handle the man easily, but if the security guard got smart and back-kicked him in the balls, his hold would be realised in an instant.
Urgency overtook Casey's actions and a heartbeat later, and almost without thought, Casey grabbed at the front of Peter's trousers, finding his zipper and undoing it in no time flat. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."
Before Peter could call out for help, still stunned no doubt by what was happening to him, Casey had pulled his cock free from his clothes. He was intact and of a size which matched his stature. Then again, not all men could be well hung, that was a fact. Perhaps Peter was a grower, his full potential evident when he got a hard on. In any case, Casey wasted no time. He touched his foreskin onto Peter's. Thankfully, the tingling sensation had started well before he had exposed himself, otherwise the whole interrogation could have been for nothing. His foreskin only did its thing when it tingled. No tingle, no truth from any bloke no matter how hard Casey willed such a thing.
Peter gasped.
Casey nodded to Bruce, signalling for him to let Peter go. He had retracted Peter's foreskin, his head nice and moist, as was to be expected from an intact man. He then rolled his own foreskin so he replaced what he retracted, stopping when he reached Peter's coronal ridge.
When he was satisfied he was docked properly, he asked, "Is Randy Piper in the Gym?"
"Yes."
Bruce looked at Casey, coming to pat him on his shoulder. "Damn, that's some freaky weird thing to witness, but it sure does
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