Part XI - 6: Police Action

It took two weeks before I stopped looking over my shoulder everywhere I went. Everything that had happened seemed so incredible, I had a hard time accepting it.

There were so many questions. How could Michael hide the truth from us? What really happened to him? How could they fake the sensations I had received from him during the crash? Was the crash planned? Was all of this planned from the beginning? Was anything we found in Michael's head true?

My dad got directly involved in investigating Steven, Penny, their father, and their grandfather. But nothing came from his inquiries except to find that they were all officially dead.

I don't mind telling you, I was scared. I knew I was probably overreacting, but I couldn't get rid of the feeling Steven had laid traps within traps. The thought did occur to me that Michael's subconscious could have seen through Joey's deception and had somehow kept Joey from discovering his intentions. But I more strongly believed Steven had programmed everything into Michael's head ahead of time and somehow cloaked it to prevent us from finding out the truth.

Joey and I spent spring break searching for any clue of where they were without any success. Another two weeks went by without any indication that they had even existed.

A meter-maid reminded me of the two officers whom I had met at the hospital, and out of desperation, I decided to seek the help of Officer Kimberly Peterson.

"Hi," I said, popping up on the bar stool next to her. "I don't suppose you remember me, but... "

"What are you doing here?" she said out of surprise. "Better yet, how did you get in here?"

We were in a noisy and crowded bar that apparently was a favorite of a lot of her fellow officers. Kim didn't come here very much herself, but after the disaster with Corban earlier that day, she felt she needed a drink or two. The last thing she had expected to find was an obviously underage kid sitting next to her and getting waited on by the bartender.

She looked suspiciously around her, thinking the others were playing a joke on her, furthering her humiliation she had gone through earlier that day.

"No thanks, I brought my own," I said to the bartender as I set the bottle of drink on the bar. "But if I could borrow two glasses, I'll let you try some," I said mischievously to the scrawny man.

"What do you think this is? A wine tasting club?" he snorted. "You want glasses, you have to pay... say, that does smell good... " he said as I waved the open bottle under his nose. "Okay, but if it's some kind of sugar water, the glasses will cost you 2.50 each."

"Deal," I said, noticing Kim's smirk as she decided to play along just so she could make it backfire.

"Bad day?" I asked.

"Oh, you wouldn't want to hear about it. So how are your two friends?"

"Wow. So you do remember me. Uhm, Suzi's fine, but Michael is part of the reason I'm here. I sort of need your advice."

"Oh? About what?" she said, not really sure where I was leading.

"He stole one of my dad's limos, wrecked it, then disappeared. I was hoping you could give me some pointers on how to find him."

"Oh... You want me to give you pointers... " she said getting ready to nail my next response.

"Actually, I was hoping you would be able to tell me what you do when you've run out of clues and you don't know what to do next."

I waited for her to respond, knowing she was waiting for me to continue with some kind of line.

Finally, she frowned then looked at me with a questioning face. "What kind of pick up line was that?"

"It wasn't any kind of pick up line," I sighed, pretending I just got clued in. "You're not taking me seriously, are you. You think I'm trying to play a joke on you. Uhm, maybe this wasn't such a good idea... " I said, putting the lid back on the bottle and getting up.

"Spander!" she suddenly cried. "What are you guys trying to pull? This kid can't even make up a decent pick up line!"

A dark haired man with a mustache walked over and said, "Shit, Kim. How the hell did you manage to smuggle him in here? Who is he, your nephew or something?"

Kim squinted at his face, searching for any trace of the smile she was expecting. But the only thing he was displaying was concern.

"I didn't bring him in here!" she said exasperated. "I thought you did!"

"Huh? Why would I... Oh... HA HA!... Er, sorry. Hey, I wouldn't pull a trick on someone who was taken adva... Anyway, I always thought Corben would try something like that. But I never thought you... " he stopped in midsentence and said to me, "Wait a second. How did you get in here."

"Yes, how did you get in here, er, Tom, wasn't it?"

"Tim actually. Uhm, look. Do you really think I'm so stupid to walk in a bar full of off duty police officers and try to order something alcoholic?"

Their looks told me they did, so I said, "The guy at the door thinks I'm thirty eight, and he loved the idea that I brought my own stuff. Now is anyone going to have a drink with me, or am I going to have to drink it all by myself?" I said, putting the bottle back on the bar.

"Lets just take a look at what you brought," Spander said, removing the bottle's cap and taking a whiff. He looked up at Kim startled and said, "It's not alcoholic."

She took the bottle from Spander when he offered it to her and took a whiff herself.

"Smells like... bubble gum?"

I smiled, then looked at Spander as I said, "Bartender, better make that four glasses."

"Thanks," Spander said, "But just a swallow. I only want to taste it. I'm not that crazy about bubble gum."

"Okay, but I won't hold you to it if you decide otherwise," I said as 'Smiley' placed four shot glasses on the bar in front of me. "Oh, there is one thing about this stuff you should know. I doesn't get you drunk, just horny."

"Shhaa, right," Smiley said. "You expect me to believe a kid just walks up to my bar with a bottle of the stuff bartenders have dreamed about since the beginning of time? If that stuff makes anyone but you horny, I'll kiss your ass."

"You two are my witnesses," I said smiling. "I don't usually have my ass kissed by complete strangers."

Kim and Spander exchanged looks, not sure if I was trying to pull something on them or just on Smiley.

I poured three full shots and a quarter for Spander, then had to sip it before anyone else tried it. When Spander set his shot glass back on the bar, I hovered the bottle's lip over his glass and glanced at his face. He shrugged, then nodded, so I poured him a full glass.

"Say, that's pretty good... " Smiley said after finally emptying his glass. He had appeared to be analyzing the drink with each sip he took, and I knew he hadn't a clue of what it was made out of. Come to think of it, I still don't have a clue.

"Seconds?" I asked everyone when Spander finished his.

Spander and Smiley both accepted, but Kim surprised me by declining.

"How come?" I asked. "You looked like you enjoyed it."

"Oh, it was very good. Very sweet too. I've already splurged on my diet today."

"I wouldn't worry about how many calories it has. The more you drink, the more you burn off."

"What do you mean?" Spander said after savoring another sip.

"I know what he means," Smiley said. "You still sticking with that aphrodisiac story?"

"In about seven minutes or so, you'll be kissing my ass," I said, pouring Kim another anyway.

After the fourth round, I refused to pour any more, especially since I was starting to feel its effects a little.

When the two officers sitting on either side of me started to get a little antsy, I called Smiley over and said, "Your boxers getting a bit cramped yet?"

"Look kid. I'm not going to play this game of yo... "

"Shit!" Spander suddenly said. "Peterson, you're not feeling it too, are you?"

Kim's eyes opened wide as she realized she had been imagining what I looked like naked while she unconsciously had been flexing her vaginal muscles, making her wetness surge. She looked at Spander with only a moment of shock registering on her face before her eyes snapped down to his crotch.

As I watched their minds get flushed out by their lust, I blanketed the crowd to ignore anything we did. I barely finished deploying the blanket when Kim's hand shot out towards Spander's crotch. The two desperately struggled to get his belt undone and his zipper down.

"Shit," I said when Spander's dick came out. It was the fattest prick I had ever seen. Not that I got to see it very long. Kim had it in her mouth so quick I almost missed it entirely.

I was reminded of Smiley's presence when he echoed my "Shit," with his own.

He was mystified at the apparent lack of the other customer's interest, and really got confused when another officer brushed up against Kim and apologized when she had gagged.

"Aren't you feeling a bit horny yourself?" I asked him.

"No... I'm not. You mean that stuff really works?"

"Yeah, it works. If you're going to kiss my ass, you better hurry up. I'm going to join the fun myself," I said as pulled my pants down.

"I... er... " he started.

The moment he saw my naked ass, he gulped. I looked back at him in time watch him scramble over the bar, his eyes locked on my rear end.

I didn't move as he lowered his face to my butt cheeks, but I shivered when he gave my right cheek a kiss. He planted another on the left, then proceeded to give each cheek wetter and sloppier kisses.

I was about to make him stop when his tongue probed between my cheeks and brushed my rose. His tongue sent electric sparks up my ass to my dick. I relinquished control to the lust I had been holding off, a let out the moan I had been suppressing as his tongue make a full pass across my ass hole.

Normally, this sort of stimulation was too distasteful for me to truly enjoy, but the drink had a way of getting around set backs like that. It also was obvious Smiley had experience in frenching ass, and in a last moment of sensible thought, I confirmed this by checking with his mind.

However, Smiley wasn't what he appeared to be. He worked for a man he knew only as Mr. Whiteshaw, some kind of Godfather type character who recently started looking for a few under paid cops for his not so legal business dealings. Smiley had become his recruiting officer while still working as Mr. Whiteshaw's informant into the police's activities. Smiley's payment came in many forms, but his favorite was being rewarded with a fresh young ass to taste and fuck.

Having been forced to lick his older brother's asshole as his other brother sucked him off to his first orgasm, Harry Jonathan Green had acquired a 'taste' for ass. Harry and his brothers experimented with sex for the first half of his teen years, with Harry usually getting chosen to be the guinea pig whenever they thought of something new.

His two brothers both graduated high school and moved away before Harry had ever tried sex with a girl. In his junior year, he gathered up the courage to ask one of the easier girls out on a date. He ended up exploring a new found territory for him, using his experienced tongue to map the inner folds of her pussy.

Two weeks later, Harry was rotating his schedule around three different girls whom he thought didn't know anything about the other two. But to his surprise, they were all very close friends, the first girl having told the other two all about Harry's incredible tongue.

Those three girls surprised Harry one day by sneaking into his car while he was busily exploring a fourth girl they had recruited. The sex they had inside that car earned him the name 'Smiley'. Harry had overworked his mouth so much, the muscles in his cheeks constantly spasmed, making him appear to always be smiling the rest of the night.

It wasn't until after graduating high school did he discover his fetish for sampling a clean anal rose. But now at the age of thirty-eight, Smiley had

developed a lust to sample the asses of the innocent, making them beg for more, then fucking their ass in a rape like manner. Mr. Whiteshaw made that possible by supplying him with a runaway once in a great while.

This knowledge only increased my pleasure as his tongue began teasing the heart of my firmly shut anal door. Smiley gently pushed me forward until my chest rested on the bar stool I had been sitting on. My legs were spread and his tongue was starting to make my hole relax when a new group of customers walked in the door.

A "What fuck?" alerted me to their arrival, and I immediately blanketed the two men and two women with the desire to suck each other off noisily. I barely took notice of the two officers all ready busily sixty nining on the floor as Smiley's tongue penetrated my anus.

The electricity that shook my body triggered the eruption from my dick, spurting at least ten large streams against the counter's wall.

Smiley lost no time to take advantage of my weakened state. But when I felt his dick's head pressing against my loose asshole, I quickly turned the tables on him.

My ass clamped down so tight that it pinched the tip of his dick's lips. Smiley's hand grabbed the back of my neck and forced me to stay doubled over. I allowed him to attempt forcing his dick inside me, enjoying his building frustration. But when his hand tightened around the back of my neck and his husky voice said, "Open the Fuck up," I decided he had gone too far.

I could almost see the look on his face when a powerful hand grabbed his neck like he had mine and nearly made him black out from the incredible pressure it used.

I stepped aside as Smiley assumed the position I had been in, his face filled with fear and arousal as he felt his pants being pulled down the rest of the way.

The drink was still clouding my judgement, and I really have no other excuse for what I did next. I have scolded myself and regretted my loss of control ever since, making sure I never initiate a rape again.

But in my mind at the time, it seem the perfect punishment for his crimes, and the big blurry bear of a man who was trying to lower his own pants was more or less a willing participant. Ken had raped both a man and a woman before, and he had even considered me to be his next target before I had given him a bad case of blue balls.

His balls felt as good a new while my mental commands focused his desire on Smiley's ass. I wanted to teach Smiley a lesson, to show him what it was like to be used and abused like he had done to others.

Unfortunately, Smiley found himself feeling expectant towards the rape. In a sense his brothers had raped him multiple times, and each time he had found he had enjoyed the end result. To Smiley, this would lead him to a new sexual pleasure, and new pleasures were something he had thought he wouldn't ever experience again.

This angered me enough to force Ken to enter him with great haste. Smiley screamed as the large man's dick mercilessly burrowed into his ass. But the scream wasn't from the pain, but from the orgasm that was passing through Smiley's jerking body.

The moment I realized he was enjoying it, a surge of anger and lust filled my mind. There was one thing Smiley hated, and that was the few times his brothers had made him suck them off.

I grabbed the bottle of drink and downed the five swallows left. Then I grabbed his head with one hand, peered into his eyes and said, "Suck every drop of cum out of my dick or you will find yourself sucking the shit out of my ass. Understand?"

His glazed eyes were washed clear with fear. Smiley shuddered when he felt my mind touch every nerve in his body, letting him know I could do it. He opened his mouth and was about to take it in when Ken blew his wad inside Smiley's ass. Smiley helplessly waited as the bear violently pounded against him, and nearly fell off the stool when Ken collapsed on top of him.

I made Ken get off as I moved my dick into position. Smiley's mouth wasn't smiling at all as my meat passed through his lips.