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Authors: Mark Alders
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work. Now, we've got the information we need, separate from the dude and let's get on with getting our perp."
Casey shook his head. "I can't. Not yet."
"Why not?" But his partner didn't ask the question in any defiant way. More curiosity. After all, Bruce had even less an idea how his abilities worked than he did.
"I…I mean, both Peter and I, we've got to blow our loads. I can't explain how I know, but just trust me when I say, it's got to be done. I think it's got something to do with the memory thing."
Bruce glanced down at Casey's cock, at their join. "How long will that take?"
"Not long." He massaged the connection of their skin more vigorously. Sure enough, Peter was a grower, as he suspected. His cock had more than tripled in size, the dorsal vein bulging to feed the growth, his now fully engorged head stretching Casey's foreskin to its limit.
"Might as well ask him some more questions then. Get the most out of what you're doing. I'll stand watch to make sure the other guard doesn't raise an alarm or something. The last thing we need is for Randy Piper to get spooked and flee the scene."
"Sure thing," Casey said. He returned to masturbating Peter, milk him for his cum so he would soon slip into the bliss of forgetfulness. Besides, the tingle of orgasm had already begun to spring to life within Casey. His balls had tightened, too. "Will you take us to see Randy Piper?"
Peter nodded. "Yes. He's been spending a lot of time in his basement, lately. I could pretty much guarantee he's in there tonight?"
"What happens in his basement?" Casey's breaths were short now, his actions more vigorous as he edged closer and closer toward climax. His foreskin tingled so much, even with all the manual stimulation he performed, he couldn't ease the sensation. Peter must be getting a full dose of the magic he generated. No wonder the man was willing to help them even after the docking would be complete.
"You're amazing, Case." Bruce was no longer standing guard. He was behind Casey, watching proceedings with interest, patting him on his back to encourage him even more. He loved how his partner did such a thing. He felt complete. Like they really were a team.
Peter groaned, knocking Casey from his thoughts. The guard was showing the same signs all guys got when they approached climax. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide, his muscles tense. Casey knew his interrogation would be over real soon.
"He takes what he calls his play things into his basement," the guard stuttered, hissing though his teeth, delight clear in his voice. With those words, Peter shuddered.
Heat coursed over Casey's cock's head, warmth which was welcome. The man had ejaculated. He had his cue, so he let go, too. Casey came, every muscle aiding his release, relieved the interrogation was over.
Soon the dock was broken. Casey was unable to keep a hold of his foreskin over Peter's big head, namely because of all the cum which the guard had released, but also because Casey's foreskin couldn't stretch any more to accommodate both of their fluids.
"What are play things?" Bruce asked.
Peter pulled away, cum dribbling onto the floor, some landing on his boots. "They are rivals of his and employees who disobey him. Anyone really. Still, whoever goes in to be played with never usually comes out."
Casey said, "Put your dick away. I think I've heard enough."
Peter nodded, stuffing his still erect cock into his pants. "The entrance to the basement is off his private garage, over there at the south end of the building." The guard's face then went blank. "Say, what am I doing here? I'm supposed to be with John. When did you guys arrive? What's happened?"
Bruce glared at Casey, flicking his gaze toward his groin. In that moment, he realised he still had his cock exposed. Sure, it was now soft, ready to be put back into his pants, but if Peter saw it now, the whole interrogation could be ruined. He'd report such a thing for sure. What's more, his foreskin no
Casey shook his head. "I can't. Not yet."
"Why not?" But his partner didn't ask the question in any defiant way. More curiosity. After all, Bruce had even less an idea how his abilities worked than he did.
"I…I mean, both Peter and I, we've got to blow our loads. I can't explain how I know, but just trust me when I say, it's got to be done. I think it's got something to do with the memory thing."
Bruce glanced down at Casey's cock, at their join. "How long will that take?"
"Not long." He massaged the connection of their skin more vigorously. Sure enough, Peter was a grower, as he suspected. His cock had more than tripled in size, the dorsal vein bulging to feed the growth, his now fully engorged head stretching Casey's foreskin to its limit.
"Might as well ask him some more questions then. Get the most out of what you're doing. I'll stand watch to make sure the other guard doesn't raise an alarm or something. The last thing we need is for Randy Piper to get spooked and flee the scene."
"Sure thing," Casey said. He returned to masturbating Peter, milk him for his cum so he would soon slip into the bliss of forgetfulness. Besides, the tingle of orgasm had already begun to spring to life within Casey. His balls had tightened, too. "Will you take us to see Randy Piper?"
Peter nodded. "Yes. He's been spending a lot of time in his basement, lately. I could pretty much guarantee he's in there tonight?"
"What happens in his basement?" Casey's breaths were short now, his actions more vigorous as he edged closer and closer toward climax. His foreskin tingled so much, even with all the manual stimulation he performed, he couldn't ease the sensation. Peter must be getting a full dose of the magic he generated. No wonder the man was willing to help them even after the docking would be complete.
"You're amazing, Case." Bruce was no longer standing guard. He was behind Casey, watching proceedings with interest, patting him on his back to encourage him even more. He loved how his partner did such a thing. He felt complete. Like they really were a team.
Peter groaned, knocking Casey from his thoughts. The guard was showing the same signs all guys got when they approached climax. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide, his muscles tense. Casey knew his interrogation would be over real soon.
"He takes what he calls his play things into his basement," the guard stuttered, hissing though his teeth, delight clear in his voice. With those words, Peter shuddered.
Heat coursed over Casey's cock's head, warmth which was welcome. The man had ejaculated. He had his cue, so he let go, too. Casey came, every muscle aiding his release, relieved the interrogation was over.
Soon the dock was broken. Casey was unable to keep a hold of his foreskin over Peter's big head, namely because of all the cum which the guard had released, but also because Casey's foreskin couldn't stretch any more to accommodate both of their fluids.
"What are play things?" Bruce asked.
Peter pulled away, cum dribbling onto the floor, some landing on his boots. "They are rivals of his and employees who disobey him. Anyone really. Still, whoever goes in to be played with never usually comes out."
Casey said, "Put your dick away. I think I've heard enough."
Peter nodded, stuffing his still erect cock into his pants. "The entrance to the basement is off his private garage, over there at the south end of the building." The guard's face then went blank. "Say, what am I doing here? I'm supposed to be with John. When did you guys arrive? What's happened?"
Bruce glared at Casey, flicking his gaze toward his groin. In that moment, he realised he still had his cock exposed. Sure, it was now soft, ready to be put back into his pants, but if Peter saw it now, the whole interrogation could be ruined. He'd report such a thing for sure. What's more, his foreskin no
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