The Hood of Justice (4 page)

The man who brought the news raised a greying eyebrow. "Jason has been taken home. Drummond is in lock up."

"Did you question Jason?"

"Yes, sir."

Randy rose from his plush leather chair so he could pace the room. "Well, tell me. What did he say to them? Did he rat on us?"

"He told them about our little plan to recruit
Serfs
from the Soup kitchen down in Jadebrook. But the bizarre thing is, he doesn't remember how the information was extracted. All he knows was that he told them of our operation, and even then the details for him were sketchy, sir."

Randy paused, stopping at the window which looked over his empire, the gym he held so dear because his father had passed it onto him. Back then it was a rundown hole, hardly turning a dollar in business. He built it up to the point where he could rival the franchise mobs who tried to muscle in on his turf. Not that they even tried any more these days. Not when they got wind the area was controlled by him and his protection money would work out more costly than the rent of their buildings. Always a smart move to get rid of the competition. "Did they beat it out of him? Knock him senseless?"

The man shook his head. He was old, but one of Randy's most loyal workers. He'd been in his employ for well on ten years, started right after his father passed away. "No, they did not."

"Then how the fuck did they get the information out of him? Jason's a good runner. He knows not to squeal, not unless he wants to stop breathing, anyway. Lord knows, his Mama would be devastated if she had to attend his funeral."

"I agree, sir. But our dear Jason is also a…how shall I say this…a man lover, sir."

"What's that got to do with it?"

"Well, if I may be so bold, the constable who interrogated him, and indeed Drummond, is also gay, sir."

Randy shook his head. "Drummond's married. He's got kids. I've seen them."

"Apparently, this officer, one Casey Watson is a real handsome one." Randy's assistant handed him a file. "See for yourself."

He opened the manila folder. Inside, a large photograph--no, many photographs of a young man confronted him. To say he was handsome was an understatement. He had lovely black hair, perfect white skin, a cheeky smile created by full lips, and eyes which were deep and soulful. He would be a sight to behold naked, all fit and muscular from all the action he got working for the force. Randy could see why Jason was smitten. But Drummond? What did this young policeman have which could turn even straight men to talk, even with the threat of their lives hanging over them if they did?

"Interesting."

"Interesting, how?" the assistant remarked, taking back the folder and tucking it under his arm.

"I'm assuming Drummond told this constable about our next meeting?"

"It would be safe to assume he did. When he gets out of lockup I will confront him, of course."

Randy smiled. "I think it's time to fight fire with fire."

"What do you have in mind, sir?"

Randy came back to his chair, leaning into it and knotting his hands behind his head. A smug smile drew on his face. "I am going to make sure this little handsome police officer won't be able to interrogate any more of my men--oh, and bring me Jason. I want to make sure he fully understands the ramifications of his actions. I think it's high time he was taught a lesson on company etiquette, don't you?"

The assistant offered a slight bow. "Well, a man doesn't need all his fingers, does he?"

Randy's smiled widened. "That's why I like you, Reg. You have a devious mind. Although, I was thinking more along the lines of some alteration. You know, give him a few bullet holes here and there. That'll fix him up for good for being a rat. Can't have rats in the company. Not good for business."

"And Drummond?"

"The same. Can't play favourites, can we?"

"No, sir, we can't."

An hour later, there was a short, sharp knock at the office door. "Come in," Randy chimed.

Reg entered, looking as professional and serene as he always did. "One Master Jason P. Caruthers to see you as you requested, sir."

Randy smiled. "Send him in."

Without delay, Jason was soon standing before Randy. He looked as white as a sheet, even more so than usual considering his fair complexion. He also looked nervous, as would have been expected for someone who was about to be dealt his fate. He fidgeted with his fingers in front of himself. If Randy didn't know any better, he was sure the man would piss himself at any given moment. He loved the power he had over others.

"I heard you squealed on me, Jason." Randy decided to get straight down to business. No use making the poor guy wait any longer than was necessary. Randy only tortured rivals. He dispensed quickly with his employees who strayed from the path. Such a thing was the way of his business, and proper etiquette, too. 

Jason opened his mouth. With a wisp of breath, he said, "I…didn't mean to. Honest, boss. That copper…that dude…Casey…he just kind of got it out of me, I swear I don't know how."

Randy noticed a flash of something in Jason' eyes when he spoke of the police man, when he mentioned him by name. He would bet the entire value of next week's gains Jason had been jacking off thinking of Casey Watson. Casey Watson…what an interesting man. Seemed the local fuzz had smartened up and got someone on the job who could actually have an effect on his business. A situation which needed to be rectified, and straight away, too. This gave him an idea, and a change of plan.  "You're gay, aren't you?"

"Yes, boss." Jason had stopped his fiddling. He spoke those words with a good measure of pride, his lips, plump and delicious, curled to a smile. Randy liked how the man was comfortable with who he was. After all, if you like cock, you like cock. Why deprive yourself of life's pleasures? Perhaps Jason could serve another use, after all. Although, a rat was a rat and they needed to be dealt with accordingly. He needed to be punished.

"I'm going to give you one chance and one chance only, Jason." Randy got up from his chair, the leather creaking. He went to Jason, close enough so he could whisper into his ear. "I want you to suck me off, good and hard, Jason, my man. If you do it right, you get to live, and therefore, serve me for many more days to come."

Jason swallowed hard. That look of terror etched onto his features again. Sweat beaded down from his temples. "What if…I…I…do it wrong?"

"Then, like Drummond will be, you will be filled with so many bullet holes they won't be able to recognise the body. Get it?"

"Um, Drummond ratted?"

"Yes, and by the same copper, too." Randy kissed Jason on his cheek, soft and sensual, tasting the man's sweat, his saltiness, his fear. "You, I can understand. You're a cock boy, though and through. But Drummond, he's basically a homophobe. He wouldn't even get naked with all us blokes in the sauna. I can't imagine how this Casey dude even got him to speak, let alone seduce him so he would. It just doesn't make sense."

"He's fuckin' damn hot, that's why," Jason piped up. "I would turn for him if I weren't a pillow biter to start with, that's for sure…boss."

Randy smiled, grabbing Jason by his hands. They were clammy. "As I said, you I can understand. No, Drummond had some influence over him, but what? I need to know, Jason. I need to know."

"I can go find out for you."

"Perhaps. But first, you've got to suck my cock like you've never sucked cock before in your life, because your life depends on it, my man."

Jason managed another smile. "Um, sure. When you want me to do it?"

"Right now. Get your gear off and get on your knees. I need to be sucked dry and I want your filthy ratting lips around my hard dick this instant. Don't make me wait many more, because I so want to blow my load all over that pretty, freckled face of yours."

Jason didn't waste any time. He stripped.

Randy gasped when Jason was naked. He was damn fine. Sure, he was skinny, his hip bones showing, but fuck, his skin was so white, so inviting. His body interesting enough to occupy him for a long time, if he so desired. He had a magnificent bush of ginger above a thick, uncut cock, one which was now rising to the occasion, foreskin retracting of its own accord. A large vein, from the end of his foreskin to the base of his cock, bulged as his excitement grew. Randy reached out and grabbed his dick, felt its ample weight, its heat. Damn, Jason was magnificent. He would even fuck him without a second thought, too.

But such a thing wasn't a part of the arrangement…for now. Sure, Randy would love to make the man scream, have him beg for more while he pounded his sweet breath out of him, stretching his tight hole until he gasped for air. To have Jason as a regular fuck would be far better than playing with all the rent boys he had to keep hiring. They never got into it, only interested in the money. Then again, Jason's existence did depend on how he performed right now. Perhaps that was the key. Threaten those he wanted to fuck with death. Then they would get into it, no doubt.

Another second later, Jason was on his knees.

Randy's grin widened. He relished the sight of Jason's perfect blue eyes, deep and soulful, looking up at him. Such a thing added to the experience, and to have such a fine man kneeling before him was indeed one of life's pleasures.

Jason undid his belt and unzipped his trousers. His stare was seductive, begging, needing. He loved it when guys enjoyed their work. He loved it when guys knew what was at stake and performed at their best as a result.

"Well, get to it, suck for your life," Randy said with a gasp when Jason freed his cock from his underwear. He was erect, as hard as ever. He loved this moment, the one of anticipation, the agonising seconds before a man's lips wrapped around his hardness and he took him into his mouth.

Jason didn't reply. Instead, he got straight to the matter at hand, grabbing Randy's bulging cock, not too hard and not too soft, pulling on the base of it, retracting his foreskin in one fluid motion. Randy groaned.

Then, with his piss slit oozing pre cum, his stomach tingling, his balls tightening, Jason took him into his mouth. Warmth overwhelmed him.

"Fuck!" Randy yelled out. Fucking holy mother of Jesus, the man sucked unlike anything Randy had ever experienced before. He was an expert, a damn fucking expert, no doubt. Randy was in heaven well before Jason rolled his tongue over his glans, concentrating his efforts on his frenulum. Well before he had taken him in so deep his nose was immersed in his pubic hair. Well before he started groaning, humming and licking and sucking, enjoying every inch of his cock.

What made the experience even more brilliant was the fact Jason used both of his hands, too. One to cup and gently massage his balls, the other to keep a hold of his cock, keep his foreskin retracted so he could continue to get at his most sensitive parts. Something most other guys never bothered with.

Jason never looked away, either.

Those deep blue eyes kept on looking up, kept on showing Randy how much he enjoyed sucking on his cock, how much he wanted--no, needed--to suck on him. Randy was at ecstasy's door a few short moments after that.

"Let me…blow my load all…over you," Randy said with more gasps, more breaths that were heightened by his euphoria.

Again, Jason didn't speak.

He pulled away, making that wonderful slurping noise which Randy loved. His cock was slick with all of Jason's attention, soaked with both pre cum and saliva. What a fucking magnificent sight. Again Randy moaned, his whole body tingling. Climax wouldn't be far away now, especially as Jason kept jerking him off, massaging his balls, too.

Then, with a smile on his lips, just like all good cock suckers should have when they had their needs satisfied, Jason closed his mouth and eyelids, waiting with expert patience for Randy to cover him in his sperm. The wait wasn't a long one.

Randy blew his load.

Ribbons of cum found Jason's face, hair and neck. Randy kept on pumping out more and more, yelling out with delight, while Jason kept his head still. He didn't seem bothered by the fact there was hot, sticky sperm covering him, oozing into his eyes from his thick ginger eyebrows, trickling to his mouth, going up his nose. Randy loved a guy who could take a load in such a way. 

When Randy was done, and when Jason had jerked him off until he went flaccid, to make sure every last drop was milked, he said, "You passed. Now clean yourself up. I have a job for you. You're going to be bait in a trap I'm going to set up for our dear Casey Watson."

Jason licked his cum soaked lips, his smile both of accomplishment and relief. "Yes, boss."

Chapter Four

Casey woke up a good solid eight hours after his head hit the pillow. He had morning wood, like he always did. Pity the chemist's assistant wasn't in the bed with him. He'd cream all over his pretty face then lick it all up afterwards. No, better still, he'd cream inside his tight arse, make the man wriggle with delight while he made love to him over and over. Or that Jason dude he interrogated last night. Yeah, a ginger wrapped in his arms would be something fucking awesome.

He shook those thoughts from his mind.

The chemist's assistant was straight and Jason was unemployed white trash. Instead, Casey's thoughts wandered to something a lot more tangible. To someone he knew he couldn't get but got to see naked every day. Some small consolation, anyway. That man was his partner, Bruce.

He grabbed his cock tight and jerked himself off. Casey imagined Bruce, his huge bulk standing over his bed, his thick cock erect and ready for sucking, all innocent smiles and acting like he could do with a good hard sucking, asking Casey to open his legs and take it like the bitch he was. 

Casey tugged on his dick as hard and fast as he could, his balls slapping against his skin, breaking the silence of his bedroom. He groaned, too. Nice and loud. He blew his load within a few moments of starting, his cum lacing over his stomach, warm and relieving.

He jumped out of bed and headed for the shower.

Under an hour later, he was at the station, heading for the locker room where his cleaned and pressed uniform waited. Bruce was already there. The fact he was stark naked, having just taken a shower, his eight inch cock waggling seductively while he walked toward Casey, only added to emphasise the fact he didn't have a man of his own. Where was his nicotine inhaler when he needed it?