Marcus Forte is a Detective Inspector in the Police. He is in his early 40s, slim and at just over six foot tall is slightly taller than average. His deep brown eyes are set in a rugged face and years ago he gave up with hair so he is virtually bald with neat clipped side-burns. You wouldn't say Marcus was handsome, striking is how most people describe him and charming, he is very charming. He prefers formal business suits; dark colours matched with dark shirts and thick silk ties and highly polished black shoes, oh and no underwear. People notice Marcus.
Early on in life Marcus realised that apart from his height and looks he had one other asset: during his early teenage years he developed a huge thick cock: eight inches flaccid and over ten inches erect. This initially made him very embarrassed then he realised that the size of his cock was of interest to others so if they were persuasive enough he let them see it; well it seemed only polite, somehow.
And the interest that the other boys paid to Marcus' cock also turned out to be very pleasurable, after all it isn't everyday that an 18 year old has an erect ten inch cock. In the showers was his favourite time at uni, boys would gather around and Marcus would let them entice his cock into an erection, then one or other of them would wank him off, for the sight of this huge cock shooting streams of cum across the shower room became a regular treat.
His favourite thing was for one or other of his class mates to put their fingers under his fleshy foreskin, then once his cock was fully hard he would get them to pull the skin right back revealing the plum-like purple head. He then liked someone to wank him off this usually required using two hands to get right around his cock, so thick was its girth. There was often a lot of competition to get the job of wanking Marcus off, once, as he was about to cum, one adventurous boy knelt down and took Marcus' cock into his mouth, he nearly choked as Marcus pumped what must have seemed like gallons of cum as a result of the added excitement of being sucked off in front of a group for the first time.
During his time at university his looks matured, he was a good student and passed out with an excellent Masters degree in law and the rest of the time he was able to attract sufficient sexual partners, of both sexes, to make the leisure hours pass quickly. Although he did fuck girls Marcus preferred sex with boys and as his time at university was drawing to a close he fell in with one of the lecturers who developed Marcus' sexual tastes further: he introduced him to S&M.
Obviously this scene is not to everyone's taste but Marcus realised that his exceptional size meant that almost unlimited sex was available to him and he did develop pleasure in using his huge cock to its most devastating effects. After all if someone said "Fuck me hard" then that's exactly what he did and he realised that the resulting orgasm as he plunged his huge hot cock into their eager arses was fuelled by their cries and moans. He quite liked the smell of leather too and his tutor encouraged him to experiment with different looks. As if his cock wasn't big enough Marcus took to wearing a cock ring, initially just for sex but then he realised that the outline it gave him in clothes when he was soft drew even more admiring glances and sexual contacts. This and a preference for tight leather jeans, no underwear and loose T-shirts meant that people saw Marcus as a walking sex machine, this was not an illusion he did much to discourage.
By now Marcus was hooked on one of the most addictive drugs of all: sex. If he didn't cum at least three or four times a day he felt cheated and so his twenties passed with his cock embedded in a variety of arses or mouths.
By his thirties Marcus had calmed down, slightly. He had initially decided on a career in law but found the work too bookish so decided to enrol with the police force. Immediately he realised that he had found his niche in life. He enjoyed the work and the camaraderie and quickly made a name for himself as potential leader material. He moved from uniform into the detective branch and there he put his considerable interpersonal skill to work again forging through the ranks to become a Detective Inspector.
Being a policeman meant that Marcus had to be more discrete in his search for sex: the drive was still very strong so during most of his free time he would scour the bars and clubs for willing companions. He was very successful in attracting company and even managed to persuade some to let him hand-cuff them to his bed. This was a bit of a throwback to his S&M interests and thus immobilised his willing "victims" would often endure complete nights with Marcus fucking them till both he and they were almost exhausted with spent passion. Several came back for more and a couple wanted him to take the theme further and offered to become his slave, an idea he considered carefully but regretfully rejected as impractical.
So today we find Marcus on a residential course: it is the third day and the group of about eleven other senor officers are beginning to loosen up and work as a team. Initially Marcus had felt slightly out of place in his usual business suit, the others had come prepared for a more causal approach not something that Marcus had considered and he felt a bit caught out by being off the mark. So at the end of the second day Marcus had returned home and packed some less formal clothes and on the third day the tutor noticed that Marcus had changed into a pair of dark jeans and an open-necked shirt.
Paul Rock, the tutor, was a civilian brought in by the police to take senior officers through a "personal development" course designed to help them think outside the box and develop their team skills. He enjoyed his work and he particularly enjoyed working with the police: so many virile men, real men. He'd noticed that the men and the women in this group fitted his stereotype for senior officers: the men were "open" and listened, the women had forceful views and were determined but he also sensed they were uncomfortable with the removal of their hierarchical structure (no "Sirs" and "Ma'ams" when Paul was around) and there was one who stood out, or rather held back. In spite of clearly being charming and intelligent Paul had noticed that D I Marcus Forte was reserved and holding back, this is until today when he turned up looking pretty buff in close fitting black jeans, a light blue formal double-cuff shirt worn casually outside his jeans with several buttons open at the neck and boots replacing the highly polished black formal shoes that had been in evidence the previous two days. Paul noted there was a shift in the group too so that when Marcus spoke the rest almost naturally deferred to him: interesting dynamics. During some of the group work Paul observed the group dynamic, he also caught D I Forte flashing him the odd glance, a situation that caused stirrings in Paul's groin.
