Jake moved quietly along the corridor to the door at the end, where the light was out. He listened for a few seconds for any sounds coming from within, then when he was sure no one was home he pulled out the set of master keys for the building and began trying them out. His mate had assured him that one of the keys with the number three on it would fit this lock. After trying the first four, he heard the lock click and Jake slipped inside.
His heart was pounding hard as he pulled out his small rubber torch and followed its pale yellow beam about the room. It was sparsely furnished, with an old couch in the corner, a small coffee table with a lamp resting precariously on the top, and a cabinet full of bottles of booze. He rested his torch on the coffee table, so that its beam reached the cabinet, and pulled out a bottle of vodka and poured some into a glass.
He took a quick swig of the warming liquid and put the bottle on the table. Picking up the torch he moved stealthily to the bedroom at the back of the apartment and began checking the drawers and cupboards for anything valuable. He found a small amount of money, a few trinkets of jewellery but no drugs. He cursed under his breath, and wandered into the kitchen with renewed hope. After searching all the cupboards and the freezer, he finally found what he was looking for. He put his newly found stash of pot in the pocket of his jacket, took another swig of vodka and left the apartment.
He was grinning slyly to himself as he ran down the back staircase and pushed open the doors to the alley. He was on a high already, even before he had tried out the pot. His mates had always told him that with his wild personality he didn't need to smoke anything. Most of the time he was happy with the world.
The alley was in darkness except for a weak lamp at one end and after checking that no one was about, Jake decided to light up and have a few puffs before heading on down the street to the bar. He leant his slim frame against the rough brick of the building and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes and letting the aroma of the smoke engulf him completely.
Just as he was beginning to relax, he heard a sound from the street end manoeuvred his body behind a pile of empty cartons. With his hand he tried to swish away his smoke, lest the little billows give away his hiding place.
All went quiet, and Jake let out a sigh of relief and a little more smoke. Suddenly a bright light was in his face and two policemen were standing in front of him, hands on their guns. Jake tried to act nonchalant, flicking the cigarette away and grinning at them.
"Hi, can I help you guys?"
"What are you doing back here, sir? This is private property."
"It is?"
"Yes it is. This alleyway is owned by the residents of the apartment building. And what were you smoking just then?"
"Just a cigarette. I'm sorry I didn't realise it was private here. I'll be on my way then." Jake tried to push past one of the policemen who blocking his way. He was good looking, with bright blue eyes and curly brown hair.
"I don't think so sir. Would you please step out into the light. We have had a report of one of the apartments being burgled and we would like to question you further."
"I didn't burgle anything." Jake stuttered. "I was just havin' a smoke. Surely a guy can have a quiet smoke?"
"I don't think it was a normal cigarette, sir." The second policeman had stepped forward now, and Jake could see him more clearly. He was a little taller than Jake was, with broad shoulders, slim hips and a handsome face. He was glaring at Jake, making him feel quite intimidated. "I would like you to empty your pockets for us please."
"I haven't got anything...this is harassment." Jake wailed, as he felt the two of them close in on him.
The two policemen stared at each other and nodded, then with a flourish, Jake felt himself being pushed back up against the wall and turned around.
"Do you want to frisk him, Andy, or will I?"
Jake turned his head around to look at them, but it was shoved back into place again.
"Stay still, you." Andy snarled at him, then began to check Jake's pockets, and move his hands up and down the side of his body and in between his legs. Jake shivered a little and heard Andy stifle a laugh.
"Look what I found, Mack. The little shit did burgle the apartment." Jake was spun around to see Andy holding up the wad of money and the watch and bracelet he had stolen.
"I wonder if he has any more booty on him, Mack? I think we should do a more thorough search, don't you?"
Mack grinned from ear to ear and nodded. "Oh I think so, Andy. You never know what we might find hidden away under those clothes."
Jake's hands were twisted behind his back by Mack, as Andy began to undo his trousers.
"You won't find anything else, I swear." Jake screamed at them. "Honest, that's all there is." But Andy was taking no notice, and had begun to push Jake's trousers over his slim thighs, then yanked on his boxers slipping them down to his ankles as well. Jake squirmed some more, but Mack held him firmly.
Andy ripped open Jake's shirt, revealing his firmly muscled chest. Then his rough hands began to run up and down his back until they were in between the crack of his backside.
"Hmmmm! Can't find anything here." He then ran his hands inside Jake's trembling legs, and into his nest of pubic hair. He tugged on his balls. "Nope, nothin' here either."
Jake tried to kick Andy, but it went astray, and he felt the flat of Andy's hand against the side of his face. Jake gasped, and spat at him. Andy slapped him again. "Enough of that, you little fucker. Now bring him over here, Mack."
Mack forced Jake further into the alley, where it was almost completely dark, away from any windows or doors, and he found himself being pushed head first over another pile of cartons. Andy walked around to the other side, grabbed Jake's arms and pulled them up over his head. Mack leant down, yanked off Jake's shoes, trousers and boxers, and forced his legs apart.
"Now let's see what you have up here."
Jake tried to pull his arms free, but Andy was ready for him and quickly slapped on a pair of handcuffs, hooking one end around a post that was next to the building. "You're not going any where."
Andy then went around behind Jake to join Mack. "Mmmmm, nice looking butt." Andy mused. Jake heard the unmistakable sound of rubber gloves being put on, then the cold intrusion of a finger inserted into his anus. Jake squawked, and received a hard slap to his backside for the trouble.
"I can't feel anything up here, Andy, but I can't be sure. Think I had better go in a bit deeper."
Jake felt two fingers being inserted now, shoved as far into him as they would go. He bit his lips trying not to make a sound, as another gloved hand came down underneath him and grabbed his penis, squeezing and rubbing it up and down. He was sure he heard a snigger from one of them, then a few deep sighs.
"Still can't find anything, Andy. Hand me that truncheon will you?"
Jake began to squirm. "No, what the hell do you think you're doing? No...no..."
But it was too late, Mack had begun to push the slender end of the truncheon, up into him, then moved it slowly, in and out, in and out. Jake's body convulsed and biting his lip no longer became an option. He wailed.
"Stop that fucking noise, you stupid idiot." Andy growled and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and stuffed it into Jake's mouth.
Mack continued pushing the truncheon in and out, then stopped, leaving it there spreading him open, with his legs pushed as wide apart as they could go. Jake shook his head from side to side, then he felt it, a sharp stinging on his buttocks as Andy began to flail his backside with his belt.
"Stupid moron. Mucking us like this..." Andy lashed at his thighs, warming them up, then when he thought he could take it no longer, the thrashing ceased, and Jake felt one of them removing the truncheon. He let out a muffled sigh and rested his forehead on the cartons. Mack undid the handcuffs and turned him over to lay on his back. The two policemen were panting hard. Mack had unbuttoned his shirt and Andy was slowly unzipping his trousers. He had a gleam in his eyes, and a smirk on his face.
"Shit...no...what are you going to do to me now?" Jake spluttered as he
spat out the handkerchief.
"What does it look like?" Mack answered him, pushing his hands up over his head again. "Here, Andy. Handcuff this piece of shit's wrists again." Jake then felt Mack pushing his legs up high, resting them on his shoulders, then the heated hardness of his penis being shoved into him. Jake opened his mouth to protest, but his cry was cut off by Andy's organ being thrust down his throat, in a movement so quick and sure that Jake began to gag.
The assault on his body continued unabated, Mack thrusting powerfully, Andy slipping in and out of his throat, then he felt one of them grabbing hold of his penis and pulling hard. He needed to cry out, but he couldn't. He needed to move about, as something on the carton was sticking into him, but he couldn't. His thigh muscles were going into spasms, his throat was burning. He squeezed his eyes shut, as his orgasm ripped through his body, at the same time as Mack released his seed inside his bowels and Andy released his down his throat.
Jake coughed and spluttered, as the handcuffs were removed, and his clothes were thrown on top of his exhausted body.
"What now, Andy?" Mack asked.
"Let's go and have a drink, that was thirsty work."
"Hay." Jake cried out. "What about me?"
"You can join us later if you want, Jakie." Andy grinned at him.
"Ok. But next time I wanna be one of the cops." Jake grinned back.
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