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Police BrutalityDetective Thunder Smith shut down his laptop computer and threw it into his backpack. The six-foot-seven, two-hundred-twenty-nine-pound father of two was ready to get over to his mother-in-law’s house. She was making a birthday dinner for her own mother. Most of his wife’s small family would be there – her nephew, her aunt, plus her cousin and his two k**s. Thunder had been married to Kimberly for sixteen years.Thunder was born in New York City. His father was a Black man who had moved up from Virginia. His mother was Iroquois. He had a smooth caramel skin and slick straight hair which he kept in a short crew cut. He sported a moustache. People often wondered his race. He identified as both Black and Native American which made perfect sense to him. He placed a call to Kim to let her know he would be there in about ninety minutes because he had to finish up some work. She was fine with it since it would only make him about half an hour late. Then, he texted a friend saying he was on the way.Kim loaded up the banana pudding and yelled at the k**s to get in the car. The older c***d was Connor, aged 14. The younger one, Skye was 10. They hopped into her red 2015 Ford Edge and she headed across town to her mom’s house. She was a reading specialist at the elementary school where she worked. She adored her husband and c***dren. They also were enamored with her. She thanked the Lord every day for the charmed life she led. Her husband had a good job and sat on the deacon board at church. Both Skye and Connor were on the honor roll. Her son was also quite the basketball prodigy.Thunder walked outside of the Metro Police Department headquarters and got into his unmarked Dodge Charger. He drove through downtown over to Mitchell Heights. This area of the city was hub of the LGBTQ community. He pulled into the parking lot of Wagon Trail Inn – an older motel where lots of traps rented rooms. He tapped on door number five.The person who answered was Myles Carroll. He was a five-foot-nine, thick bodied, middle aged white guy with a wide ass. He had a soft voice, fleshy body, and was experiencing male pattern baldness. He lived as a man and had a wife. He never fathered any c***dren with the woman. Myles was wearing a pair of royal blue Maskulo spandex shorts with an open rear.Thunder stepped inside and grinned. “I like those shorts, faggit! Hands behind your back now!” The detective handcuffed Myles. “Now lie on your back with illegal bahis your head at the edge of the bed!” Thunder pulled down his slacks and boxers. He sat on Myles’ face. “Lick my sweaty ass and balls, faggit!” Myles slurped and tongue bathed his domineering friend. “Feels good, bitch! Suck Daddy’s dick too!” Thunder stood slightly and angled his rock hard ten-inch tool towards Myles’ mouth. He slid the rod in and out hitting the back of the submissive’s throat. “Got damn, you trailer park bitch fag! You suck a mean dick!” Myles gagged profusely. Thankfully, he had not eaten all day in preparation for this. The cop face fucked his chunky femme bottom toy. Thunder walked a few steps away and commanded, “Get on the floor! Come to me!” Myles walked using his knees to get to Thunder. As the slutty whore neared him, Thunder pulled his belt from his pants. He gave Myles’ soft big ass a hard whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. Myles cried out in pain. “Shut the fuck up, faggit!” Thunder spanked him some more. “Open your mouth!” Thunder began pissing on Myles’ face. The white trash fairy swallowed as much as he could. “Good boi, Piggy!” Thunder slapped his bitch and demanded, “Bend over the bed! I ain’t got all day!”Piggy put his face on the mattress and his beefy booty in the air. Thunder stepped behind him and gripped the sissy’s neck hard. He pressed down. He stuck his huge dick inside the pink hole. “Owwwwww,” screamed Myles.Thunder protested and smacked Piggy across the back of the head. “What sound does a pig make, faggit! That’s all I wanna hear!”“Oiinnnnnk,” wailed Piggy.“Good boi, faggit,” beamed Thunder.The super tall man pounded with fury. His dick was going up in Myles all the way to the hilt. “Oink. Oink. Oink,” the girly man sobbed.“Take this big Black cock, Piggy boi!”“Oink!”“I love fuckin’ your trailer park punk ass, faggit!”“Oink!”“Do you like this dick?”“Oink oink!”“I know you do, bitch!”Thunder clenched the handcuffs and pulled his faggot pig into each of his powerful strokes. “Ahhhhhh! Take it, hoe! Arrrrgggghhhhhh!”Thunder nutted on Myles’ ass cheeks. He went into the bathroom and showered. He got redressed, unlocked the handcuffs and exited without a word.Myles lay there spent dreaming of the next time Thunder would use him.Det. Smith arrived at his mother-in-law’s house. He hugged her and his wife’s granny. He kissed Kim. Then greeted everyone else in the house. The family began fixing their plates with heaping illegal bahis siteleri helpings of the fried chicken, macaroni & cheese, green beans, and corn. Thunder ended up sitting in the living room with the k**s.“Dad,” Skye started. “Can Emery spend the night?”“Well, sweetie…Did you even ask Emery if he wanted to spend the night with us?”“Uhhhhh. Emery, will you,” Skye pleaded.“Sure,” replied her s*******n year-old first cousin. “Is that okay, Unc?”“You know you’re always welcome,” Thunder grinned. “Check with your grandma.”Emery was the only c***d of Kim’s sister. His mom had passed away when he was much younger of a d**g overdose. Ever since then, he had lived with his grandmother. He spent a good amount of time at the Smith house. He had flawless chocolate skin, a slim waist, and taut bubble booty. He stood at five-foot-eight-inches tall.The evening came to a close and everyone wished each other well. Kim drove Skye, Connor, and Emery. Thunder followed behind them.At home, Thunder walked inside and fixed himself a glass of Hennessy. He called Emery over and offered to fix him a little on the sly while his wife changed clothes.Uncle Thunder poured his nephew’s drink into a sports bottle and mixed it with cola. “Drink up,” grinned the law enforcement officer. “I’m tired,” Kim called out. “I’m going to bed.”“Good night, baby,” Thunder replied.Emery played dolls with Skye until it was time for her to turn in. Connor was playing Call of Duty. Thunder was having another drink. Emery had been working on his also. He asked for another and Uncle Thunder gave in.Thunder informed him, “You’ll have to share a room with Connor tonight. I’ve got a bunch of crap in the guestroom.”“No problem, Unc!”“Good! I’m going to bed myself. See you later.”“Good night!”As Thunder walked past his son’s bedroom, he yelled for him to get in bed soon.At 2:18 a.m., Thunder woke up. He went out to the liquor cabinet and got another glass of cognac. He downed it quickly. He walked down the hallway to Connor’s bedroom and pushed the door open. He tiptoed across the room to the fat twin bed where Emery was sleeping. He pulled off the sock from his left foot. He looked lustfully at his nephew who was asleep on top of the covers. He groped the firm yet pliable ass. Emery coughed and turned over. Thunder pinched the boi’s nose. Emery woke up suddenly. He opened his mouth to scream, but his uncle stuffed a sock in his mouth. Unc lowered his face canlı bahis siteleri down to Emery and whispered, “Roll over, baby boi! Unc needs some of that good good!”Emery shook his head in the affirmative.Uncle Thunder ripped open the back of Emery’s pajama pants. He took some lotion from Connor’s nightstand and squirted it in Emery’s ass crack. Unc massaged it with his ten-incher and began easing his way inside. Emery squirmed and tried to squeal. “Relax, pretty boi! Let Unc tagged that pussy like a good li’l faggit! You know you love this big grown man dick, don’t ya?”Emery nodded in agreement.“That’s a good boi! I’ma be gentle with your fine ass. We gotta be quiet so we don’t wake up Connor or Auntie. Can you do that?” A nod. “I know you can. This boipussy is real tight on my dick, faggit! You ain’t been giving my booty away, have you?” “Hmmmmmph,” Emery was muzzled.Unc worked his hips in a slow, methodical circular motion giving nice, long strokes. “Good! You better not. If you do, I’ll have to beat your ass and tell everybody you’re a faggit! And you don’t want that Emery. You know I love you! And, I love fucking you too. But I will beat your ass for real if you piss me off. I like punishing li’l faggits! It’s just that I care so much about you. Can I divorce Auntie and marry you when you graduate from high school?”Another nod.More humping. The little bed was creaking a tad as Thunder picked up speed. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Being in a gay marriage with a tall, masculine, dominant, cop! I know you would. Everybody knowing that I’m fucking your punk ass. Make your sissy friends jealous. I know niggas that would leave their wives and girlfriends for your fag friends. What do you think about that?”“Hmmmmm,” Emery tried to speak.“You like how my musty sock tastes?”Nodding.Unc heaved with force trying to remain quiet. “Good. Yeah! Let’s plan a trip for your graduation present. Me, you, three of my homeboys and three of your punk faggit friends. We’ll go to San Fran or the Florida Keys. We can fuck y’all in the street there and no one will care! Take this dick, sissy boi! I love your asspussy! I could fuck this hot butt hole forever. Is that what you want?”The punk gave a nod.“You know you’re breaking up you Auntie’s happy home. You’re a naughty li’l faggit! I might have to punish you tonight.” Unc slapped Emery’s face lightly. Then again with more force. “Yeah, boi! Take this dick! You’re gonna make me cum in your pussy. Do you want me to cum in your tight, young, boipussy, faggit!”One more nod.“Ahhhhh! Here it comes, punk faggit! Here it comes! Ooh. Ahhhh. Arrrgghhhh!”Thunder wiped off his dick with the sheets and left. He slipped back into bed next to Kim.

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