- Michael keeps making more and more friends on the Force. Officer Jensen is just trying to survive the experience. -
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Lieutenant Keith Jensen woke up groggily. He was laying naked on a bare wooden floor next to his former partner, James Thompson, also naked, both sporting erections.
He felt an urgent need to ejaculate but knew better than to stroke himself off as he had done countless times since early adolescence. He knew there'd be... consequences if he dared to.
Dark circles under his eyes were a testament to how utterly exhausted he was. A gnawing hunger consumed his thoughts.
The lights in the room came on and he could see the iron bars separating the room he shared with Thompson from the rest of the cabin 1 hour away from their hometown of Freehold, NJ.
He had told his wife and kids that he had signed up for a professional development seminar for 5 days in Chicago to increase his opportunities for advancement within the police department. Thompson had told the same story to his own family.
Three days in and he wished that the lie had been true.
It took his nutritionally deprived mind a minute to realize that if the lights were on it might be feeding time again.
His mouth began to water as feelings of deep shame washed over him.
"Wake up, bitches. It's time to feast."
Thompson woke up instantly at the sound of Michael's commanding voice and they both turned to look at the irresistible alpha male that had brought them both here. He strode in like he owned the place (or owned the man who did), completely nude, his well-developed leg muscles leading your vision up to his pride and joy.
Both cops eyes' focused like lasers on the impossibly hard, 11 and a half inches of cock pointing straight at them.
Michael closed the distance to the bars, stuck his cock through them and didn't say a word.
Jensen and Thompson had promised each other last night in the late hours before they drifted off to troubled dreams that they would try to hold out this time. That they would draw strength from each other and from their faith. They had both prayed together that God and His son, Jesus Christ, would help deliver them from this foul tempter and cleanse them of their sins. It had rekindled some kind of hope that this nightmare might end.
Michael's cock twitched and a single dollop of precum formed at the slit in his cockhead and began to slowly fall towards the floor.
Jensen and Thompson both scrambled on their hands and knees to catch that drop of precum in their mouths before it did. Too late it hit the hardwood floor. Thompson dove on his belly and began licking the spot where it landed.
Jensen, seeing the source of it uncontested, kept crawling until he'd reached the reason for his downfall, opened his mouth and took seven inches of Michael's cock into his throat in one smooth motion.
Thompson, having lapped up that single drop of fluid, joined him in his efforts, moving his tongue up and down the remaining 4 inches on the left side of Michael's manhood, insanely jealous of Jensen's primary position until...
"Switch!"
Jensen groaned "gno!" with Michael's dick in his mouth but obeyed, pulling himself off of the tip and working the right side with his tongue as Thompson assumed his position at the head, deep throating more of Michael than Jensen could consistently do.
"Oh, I think Officer Thompson's gonna earn the first bellyful. Don't you think he deserves it, Jensen?"
"Uh-uh" Jensen hated being made to beg and plead by Michael, especially in front of the fellow officer who had helped Michael enslave him. The worst thing was he knew deep down that he'd still be doing this if he wasn't starving and needed Michael's semen for what little nutritional value it had.
He just needed to make Michael cum now.
Thompson must have sensed that Michael wanted to feed them now because the pace of his deepthroating quickened and he was making these joyful sounds around Michael's cock.
With his mouth around the side of Michael's dick he could feel it pulse as it delivered the only kind of meal the two cops had had for the last three days. Thompson swallowed as much as he could but even a starving man's stomach could only take so much.
Cum shot out of Thompson's mouth as he fell backwards. Jensen began to move to the still cumming tip but Michael grabbed him by his hair to keep him locked onto the side of his cock.
"Don't stop that talented little mouth, Officer Cumslut."
Jensen did as he was told, holding back tears of frustration as Michael coated Thompson's prone body with another gallon of semen.
He hated being fed this way. Hated how hard he got from doing this.
But he hated this way more.
Finally, the stream of semen slowed and stopped. Michael still had him clamped on his manhood. Jensen didn't move. Good bitches got rewarded and he desperately needed Michael to think of him as one.
"Now, you may feed, faggot!"
He tore his mouth away from the penis that had destroyed his life and dove atop the man he had trained as a rookie on the Force. First, his mouth found Thompson's and he pressed hard against it and sucked the cum out of it. Some remained but his tongue glided over Thompson's teeth, gums and tongue to get every trace of it. Then he licked the facial Michael had unleashed on his former partner. Over the next 10 minutes, Jensen licked every square inch of Thompson's body to get as much of Michael's seed as possible.
"There's some on the inside, too, bitch. Better get that."
"Inside?" Jensen thought, confused for a moment. Then realization dawned and he began to weep softly. He trailed down his partner's body until he was staring directly at what he used to think was a good size for an erect penis.
