Jimenez tapped Daniel on the cheek as he reached into his pocket with his other hand. “You’re a meticulous man, aren’t you, Danny-boy? I wonder if you’ve ever kept track.”

Daniel scowled. He didn’t know what Jimenez was talking. He had only the vaguest sense of what it could be, and if he was right, it meant that he’d underestimated just how resentful and petty Jimenez was.

“I doubt you did,” said Jimenez as he took out a small notebook. “You probably didn’t even think twice about what you did. You probably hoped that, with every official reprimand and disciplinary action, I would learn how to become a ‘better’ cop—according to your standards, anyway.”

Jimenez sneered at Daniel as he flipped through the notebook. He stopped at a marked page, pointed at an entry, and without even looking, laughed sardonically. “Oh yeah, that time. I remember that. Fuck, I can’t tell you how much I wanted to strangle you after that one.”

Daniel would have laughed if there wasn’t a cold, cloying knot of dread in the pit of his stomach. Of course, Jimenez was this petty. Of course, Jimenez was this resentful.

Difficult as it was to admit, there was no use denying the fact that the force attracted the kind of aggressive, entitled, and poisonously egotistical people that were exactly the wrong kind of people for the job. Daniel’s father was a paragon—the ideal for what a good cop could be. Jimenez, on the other hand, was the archetypical bad cop.

Jimenez shook his head, a crooked smile on his lips. “Oh, today is gonna be a good start. But that’s all it’s going to be: a start. I’ve got years of humiliation to pay you back for, and don’t you worry, I intend to collect on every cent—plus interest.”

Daniel rolled his eyes. Jimenez had skills. Talent. If he didn’t take every criticism as a personal slight—if he didn’t think he was the gods’ gift to the people around him—he might have made for a model officer.

Jimenez got up on his two feet and flashed a cruel grin at Daniel. “I’m never going to get to drag you in front of a real court. This is the closest I’ll ever get. It’s hardly the most formal sort of thing, but it’ll do. I at least want to ‘arraign’ you.”

The other cops cheered, much to Jimenez’ delight. “Hear that, Danny-boy?” he said with a shit-eating grin. “You have no idea how many of these guys have hated your guts all along.”

Jimenez indulged in the cheering and jeering for about a minute before turning to the gathered cops. “Hey, motherfuckers! Settle the fuck down! We gotta have order in the court!”

Daniel rolled his eyes. He’d thought Jimenez was joking when he made that reference to an arraignment, but he supposed he shouldn’t have put it past the guy.

Jimenez cleared his throat and stood up straight. He was trying to embody a dignified posture, but really, he looked more like a puffed-up rooster than anything else.

“As a refresher—just in case you need it—I’m gonna remind you of your rights as the accused,” Jimenez sneered. “That is to say, you have no rights. No right to due process. No right to legal counsel. No right to remain silent—everything you do say will be used against you. But most important, you have no right to the basic level of dignity and respect that the average person is entitled to.”

As soon as he was done with his spiel, Jimenez doubled over and laughed uproariously. The others joined him, as if he’d just made the funniest joke in the world. Once he’d recovered, he turned his attention to Daniel and said, “Time to read the charges! First: to the charge of being a gigantic toolbag, how do you plead?”

Daniel gave a contemptuous huff. He wasn’t going to dignify this disgraceful charade with a proper response and he certainly wasn’t going to let Jimenez get a rise out of him.

“Can you say that again, Danny-boy? The gag makes it pretty hard to understand you,” said Jimenez with a sneer. “No? Oh, well, I guess we just gotta take that as a guilty plea.”

There was a round of cheers from the other crooked cops.

“Moving on!” said Jimenez, motioning for the others to quiet down. “To the charge of being a sanctimonious cunt, how do you plead?”

Daniel said nothing. He did nothing. All he did was level a flat glare at Jimenez. He wasn’t going to give Jimenez the satisfaction.

“This isn’t gonna be fun if you refuse to participate,” said Jimenez with a frown. “I’ll let it fly. Just this once. I’m feeling generous tonight, which, honestly, is more than you deserve. I’m gonna have the last laugh, anyway.”

Daniel remained impassive. He had years of experience. He’d learned to let insults and worse just roll off his back. Jimenez wasn’t going to get a peep out of him.

The furrows on Jimenez’ brow deepened. He was practically scowling as he continued. “To the charge of having a high horse glued to your ass, how do you plead?” he said.

Daniel wasn’t going to play this game. He had dignity. He had self-respect. Jimenez might not have thought he was deserving of those things, but it was a good thing that Daniel wasn’t in charge of determining who was entitled to have dignity and self-respect.

Jimenez sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is the problem with you, Danny-boy. You’re gonna be convicted, at this rate. You gotta stop being a killjoy and start playing along while I’m still being nice. Or you can find out what it’s like when I stop being nice.”

Daniel just glared defiantly at Jimenez. He wasn’t going to be coerced or intimidated into playing this twisted game.

Jimenez shook his head, though the fact he was struggling not to smile suggested this was exactly the outcome he’d wanted. “This could have been so much easier. So much more pleasant. But you just had to insist on acting like you’re so much better than everybody else.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of Jimenez’ lips. “It would have been so easy to just play along. Ah, well. Maybe you just don’t have the right… incentives. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you have a good reason to play along from now on.” With those words, Jimenez jerked his head toward Ravi.

One of the crooked cops behind him walked forward. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of his belt loops. He looped both ends around his hands and then yanked them apart, making the leather crack.

The cop with the belt stood on the side of Ravi that allowed Daniel an unobstructed view of what was happening. He looped the belt around Ravi’s neck and pulled it tight.

“Yesss!” Ravi hissed, “Choke me out, Daddy!”

The dirty cop grinned. He bared his teeth at Daniel, his eyes glinting with a ferocious hatred as he pulled the belt tighter around Ravi’s neck. He almost seemed to relish the way that the leather bit into Ravi’s skin, the increasingly strained breaths that Ravi had to suck down.

Ravi, for his part, didn’t bother to hold back the moans that bubbled out of him. His eyes rolled back in his head as he wiggled his hips, humping the air and shaking his ass as his airway constricted tighter and tighter.

Daniel couldn’t watch any longer. It was one thing for Jimenez to threaten him. He was an old cop. He’d lived a full life. Ravi was green, but he had the makings of a great detective and his whole life ahead of him. Daniel couldn’t just stand by and let him get choked out.

Even as he mustered all his strength, and despite the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he pulled against the pillory with a muffled roar, the only thing he managed to accomplish was making the loose metal parts rattle. The structure was secured too well, and he was simply not strong enough to rip the entire thing out of its foundations.

“Let him go!” Daniel shouted, though the gag turned his demand into a muffled, unintelligible string of noises. He jerked his body against the pillory, fighting with all his strength despite knowing the effort was in vain.

Out of the corner of his eye, Daniel saw the belt bite even deeper into the flesh of Ravi’s throat. He glared at Jimenez, defiance burning inside him. But as Ravi started to jerk and struggle against the pillory, his face turning a faint shade of blue, Daniel knew there was only one choice left.

Despite his stomach churning at the thought, he hung his head in defeat—in submission. “I’ll do it,” he said. “I’ll play along,” he grunted through the gag.

Jimenez’ face split in a wide grin. “That’s more like it, Danny-boy!” he said. “Hey, loosen up on our collateral, won’t you? But you better stay there. Just in case Danny-boy here gets any ideas.”

Daniel’s heart skipped a beat when he heard the ragged, desperate gasps of Ravi sucking down lungfuls of VNM-tainted oxygen. It sounded so pained, so desperate.

Ravi had barely caught his breath when he croaked out, “Again, Daddy! That felt so good! I need more! Please!”

Jimenez chuckled. “What a pathetic bitch,” he muttered under his breath as he flipped through his little notebook. “Here we go. To the charge of being a spineless narc, how do you plead?” he said, after turning his attention back to Daniel.

Daniel growled under his breath. He glared at Jimenez. “Nhh ghhghh!” he said, the words he’d meant muffled by the rubber ball stuffed behind his teeth. He was pretty sure he got the point across pretty effectively, though.

Being a cop meant having power, and having power meant having a responsibility to make sure that power wasn’t abused. Daniel’s father had taught him that. He could never have just stood by, pretending not to have seen anything when others were misusing their authority.

Jimenez just smirked. “We’ll see what the jury says about that,” he said with a sneer. “Moving on. To the charge of being a colossal brown-noser to the Chief, how do you plead?”

“Nhh ghhghh!” The Chief was one of the few cops at the precinct that Daniel could begrudgingly respect. He didn’t agree with everything the Chief did, or how the Chief occasionally got involved in some shady shit himself, but the man at least had some scruples.

“Right. Well, I think I’ve gotten all of that off my chest. What do you say we speed things up?” said Jimenez. “I don’t have all day and since the defense doesn’t have counsel, he probably won’t have much of a case to make, anyway. Why don’t we go straight to the jury for the verdict?”

Daniel scoffed. It was predictable, really. Anyone who’d dealt with spoiled brats could have seen it coming. Jimenez, having finally gotten what he wanted, realized it wasn’t all that and just wanted it out of his sight.

“Winston!” Jimenez pointed at one of the dirty cops and beckoned for him to approach. He slung an arm around Winston’s shoulders and said, “Why don’t you be our jury foreman today? I’m sure you’ve all made a decision, right?”

Winston grinned. He wasn’t even originally one of the crooked cops. Daniel still remembered him walking into the precinct fresh out of the academy, bright-eyed and hopeful for the future. Now, he had the same greedy, entitled look as all the others.

“Hell yeah, man,” said Winston, making no secret of the way that he eyed Jimenez up and down after taking a good long drag off of his VNM vape. “We, the jury, find the defendant guilty on all charges!”

The other dirty cops cheered approvingly. “Lock him up! Lock him up! Lock him up!” They chanted in the background.

Jimenez grinned. “You heard them, didn’t you, Danny-boy? Time for the sentencing! And I’ve got just the punishment in mind.”

Clearing his throat, Jimenez once again tried to stand straight and proper. “Five consecutive life sentences! But not in prison. Prison’s too easy for a fucking hypocrite like you, Danny-boy.”

Jimenez laughed. “Nah. The most suitable punishment is for you to be turned into a human fucktoy. So you better get ready! You’ll be spending the rest of your days taking cock like a living cock sleeve and you bet your ass I’m gonna make sure your sentence is enforced.”

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The pillory ensured that Daniel was at the perfect height for Jimenez’ junk to be right in his face when the corrupt cop came up to him. He’d have turned away, but he knew Jimenez wouldn’t hesitate to put Ravi in harm’s way if he continued to be uncooperative.

Jimenez smirked. “That’s it,” he said with a snide laugh, “Confront your future like a good little fuckhole. You’re gonna be very familiar with this perspective by the time we’re done with you.”

He grabbed his crotch, shaking his junk right in front of Daniel’s face. The obscene outline of his cock tented out the fabric of his pants. If the impression of the crown of his glans was anything to go by, it didn’t seem like he was wearing any underwear.

“I was starting to think that there was no justice in the world, but it looks like there is,” said Jimenez with a grin. He unbuckled his belt, popped the clasp, and unzipped, reaching past his fly to fish his cock out.

Jimenez grabbed his dick by the base and tapped it against the open palm of his free hand, the way that he would have his baton. He was half-hard when he started, but it didn’t take long before he was as hard as a rock.

“Now, correct me if I’m wrong, Danny-boy, but your big hairy ass is cherry, isn’t it?” said Jimenez, a shit-eating grin splitting his face.

Danny just glared at Jimenez. It was a stupid question. An offensive question. Of course he’d never taken a fucking cock up his ass. He wasn’t gay.

Jimenez laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said. “But that just makes this even sweeter. If anyone had told me that I would be your first dick just a year ago, I’d have laughed in their face.” He thrust his hips forward, pushing down on the base of his dick with his thumb to press it right up in Daniel’s face.

Daniel couldn’t help but grimace. Jimenez’ dick stank like it hadn’t been washed in a week. In such close proximity, there was no escaping the distinct, slightly salty muskiness of it.

“Don’t like it?” said Jimenez. He gyrated his hips to rub his leaking cock all over Daniel’s face, leaving a smear of glistening pre-cum everywhere it went. “That’s too bad. Don’t worry, though. You’ll learn to love it. I can promise you that.”

Jimenez licked his lips. Daniel had seen the man in a good mood, but he’d never seen such a gleeful twinkle in Jimenez’ eyes before. “Oh, man. I’m gonna make sure you remember your first dick forever. Especially because it’s mine.”

Daniel’s stomach guts churned when he felt Jimenez’ cock jump. The blunt head was resting right on his cheekbone and he got a first-row view of a fat glob of pre-cum leaking out of the tip.

“This is gonna be so good,” said Jimenez. He was so obviously excited he was practically vibrating. “It’s not every day you get to take down your nemesis. Holy fuck. I didn’t think this would ever happen. I’ve been waiting for this for years.”

Jimenez was grinning from ear to ear. “Sure, this wasn’t how I expected things to go down, but honestly, this is so much better than anything I imagined. Not only do I get to push you out of the way, I’ll also get to break in your virgin asshole.”

He leaned down and grabbed Daniel by the cheeks, looking him right in the eye. “And you bet your cherry ass I’m gonna do it right the first time. I’m gonna fucking breed you. You hear that, Danny-boy? You’re gonna have crooked cop spunk dripping out of your hairy fucking pussy by the time I’m done with you. And you’re never going to forget what that feels like.”

A cold knot of dread dropped into Daniel’s stomach. He was suddenly aware of just how vulnerable he was. He was bent over. His legs were forced apart, his ankles chained to the feet of the pillory. He was in no place to put up a meaningful resistance, and that meant he could no longer escape the reality of his situation.

This was going to happen. Daniel was fucked. Metaphorically, for the moment, but literally, soon enough.

Jimenez straightened up and held out a hand. One of his goons came up and handed him a tube of lube. Daniel had to roll his eyes at the sight. Jimenez was such a diva.

Daniel’s obvious disdain did little to deter Jimenez, though. Jimenez lowered the tube of lube right into Daniel’s view so he could see the label—the only opaque part of the tube—which had the letters “VNM-SL” printed in bold letters across it. The clear plastic that made up the rest of the tube revealed a translucent, purple-tinged gel with a faint purple glow.

Jimenez popped the cap on the lube and squirted a generous amount on top of his cock. With his free hand, he smeared it all over. He groaned under his breath as his cock seemed to get even stiffer, straining until it looked like it was on the brink of exploding.

“Fuck, that’s the good shit,” Jimenez growled. His cock simply would not stop twitching. He stared at it with wide-eyed awe as it bobbed between his legs, dripping long, glistening strands of pre-cum to the ground with every bounce.

Daniel’s heart hammered in his chest as Jimenez walked around him. He flinched when he felt a hand land on his hip. Even though he knew he was just wasting energy, he made the pillory rattle as he pulled against it, because even if it was a token effort, it was better than just laying there and taking it.

He tried to kick his legs, but that was never a workable option to start with. The slack on the manacles cinched around his ankles was barely enough to move them an inch in any direction. Still, he had to try, on the off-chance that something miraculous happened.

The miracle Daniel was hoping for never came. The only thing he could do as Jimenez slathered VNM-SL all over his asshole was squirm. The stuff felt frigid on his exposed pucker, or at least started off that way.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds of Jimenez’ fingers rubbing the stuff into the most tender, sensitive part of Daniel’s body that the delicate skin there began to tingle. Feeling the lube get warmer and start to relax his muscles in that area gave Daniel a second wind that he immediately used to try to win free of the pillory with renewed vigor.

The sensation was weird and intense and every fiber of Daniel’s being wanted him to get away from it. He fought and struggled, the manacles around his ankles and the lock on the side of the pillory rattling as his futile attempts to escape intensified, but to no avail.

Jimenez didn’t relent, either. He swirled his finger around Daniel’s pucker, making sure to work the VNM-infused lube into Daniel’s hole as well as he could.

Eventually, despite Daniel’s attempts to resist the dark and unpleasant thoughts bubbling up from deep inside him, he had to confront the facts: Jimenez’ stimulation was making his cock twitch. Jimenez’ finger rubbing circles around his asshole felt good in a way that he couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

Daniel had nothing against homosexuals or what they did in the privacy of their own homes, but he had never been interested in experimenting in that direction. Not when he went to college. Not when he went to the police academy. Not in any of his long-term relationships. His ass had always been strictly off-limits, and now one of the dirtiest cops in the department was fingering him.

He was disgusted—with himself for not outright rejecting what his body was telling him, and at Jimenez for putting him in this unenviable position. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that he might be able to tune out the low-grade pleasure that was pulsing through his hole.

Daniel hoped that maybe, just maybe, he could muster up enough mind-over-matter energy to make sure that his body didn’t respond the way that Jimenez wanted it to. Unfortunately for him, there was only so much that he could mentally do to resist the impulses of physiology.

Jimenez’ bitter laugh brought a shameful heat to Daniel’s cheeks. “Look at the big, strong cop with the stiff dick from having his hairy little cunt fingered. Didn’t take you much to crumble, did it?” he said as he reached between Daniel’s legs to wrap his fingers loosely around Daniel’s half-hard cock.

Daniel’s cock twitched at the attention. It responded to Jimenez’ touch, no matter how hard he willed it not to. It swelled, twitching in the loose grip of Jimenez’s looped fingers as they slid up and down along his length.

“Somehow, I always knew there was a bitch deep inside you, Danny-boy,” said Jimenez. Daniel couldn’t see the crooked cop’s face right now, but it wasn’t hard to imagine a wide grin plastered across it. “I’m gonna make sure that bitch comes right up to the surface. And I’m gonna teach you that that bitch, that living, breathing, cock-socket, is the truest version of yourself.”

Despite himself, Daniel could feel a moan coming. Jimenez’s fingers had tightened around his cock. The stroking had become more insistent. It had been ages since hands other than his own had touched his manhood, making him more sensitive to another’s touch than he would have otherwise been.

Jimenez chuckled almost menacingly. “We’ll make sure you learn that the hotshot detective persona was nothing more than a façade—a farce you constructed to convince yourself that you were a person, instead of a warm pair of holes for dirty cop cock.”

“Nnnphhrr!” Daniel grunted through his gag. “Never!” was what he wanted to say. He was never going to break. He was never going to betray his principles. He was never going to fall for Jimenez’s provocations.

As humiliating, degrading, and depraved as this all was, Daniel was strong. His spirit was tough. He’d lived long enough to face down some of life’s greatest challenges and he’d only come out the other end stronger for it. He would be damned if he let a bunch of criminally crooked cops get the better of him. Especially one like Jimenez.

“Oh, I’m sure you think you’ll be able to grit your teeth and get through this with that precious ego intact, but let me tell you, Danny-boy. No one can resist VNM. It’s only a matter of time. You’re going to crumble, eventually. And when that happens, everything you used to be will be swept away in a torrent of desperate, overwhelming cock-obsession and there’ll be nothing left behind but your inner bitch.”

With that spiel, Jimenez pulled his finger away from Daniel’s asshole. He replaced it with his cock, tapping the blunt head against Daniel’s pucker a few times. “I honestly prefer my pussies smooth, but I’m more than happy to make an exception for your fat, hairy cunt, Danny-boy. It’s just another hole, after all. I’m sure I’m gonna enjoy it just as much—if not more, since it’s attached to you.”

Without warning, Jimenez pushed his hips forward. Daniel groaned through his gag, his asshole reflexively tightening as the pressure built against it. He clenched his hands into fists so tight his knuckles turned white.

Daniel fought with every ounce of strength that he had to deny Jimenez entry, but it was a losing battle. Something about the lube was making his muscles relax. No matter how much he willed his asshole closed, the even pressure from Jimenez’s cock was slowly spreading him open.

A low groan spilled from Daniel as he felt his asshole stretch. It burned as he yielded to the girth of Jimenez’s cock. It wasn’t even inside yet and already, he felt profoundly uncomfortable, sweat trickling down the side of his face.

Fuck. Fuck. This was really happening. Daniel couldn’t believe it. Despite his best efforts, Jimenez was sinking into him, his resistance nothing more than a momentary inconvenience. The pressure built and built, a quiet whine spilling out of Daniel before he could stop himself.

Daniel strained against the pillory. A vein popped on his temple. Every muscle in his body—except, apparently, his asshole—tensed. He was a coiled spring, ready to explode at the slightest provocation.

He hadn’t even thought that Jimenez’s cock was particularly big, but now that it was knocking at his asshole, it felt impossibly thick. His stomach churned as Jimenez continued to press on, unrelenting. For a moment, he was afraid that his asshole would have a tiny little tear, and that suddenly all the tension in his body would release, splitting him in half all the way down the middle.

The pressure built and built and built until it was the only thing Daniel could think of. It was too big. He was too tight. It was never going to work. He struggled and whined, the pillory rattling as he tried and failed to get away from Jimenez’s fat cock.

Then, as suddenly as when Jimenez started pushing forward, something gave. Daniel gasped, his eyes going wide as his pucker went from clenching as tight as it could have in one moment, to as open as a cave mouth the next.

Before he could stop it, a low groan spilled out of Daniel as the head of Jimenez’s cock popped inside him. Fuck. It was just the head. He’d thought there was so much more.

Jimenez laughed. “Fuck, Danny-boy. You’re sweating like a pig. Well, let me ask you one thing: how does a real man’s cock feel? I bet your inner slut is jumping for joy right now.” He laughed unreservedly, acid dripping from his voice. “Not that it matters. And honestly, I don’t really care, either. Your pleasure isn’t even a concern.”

Daniel groaned. He couldn’t even really process what Jimenez was saying to him. He was too overwhelmed, as it was, by the sensations of having another man’s cock inside him. It was the only thing he could think of.

“Don’t you worry, though, it’s going to come,” said Jimenez, his voice dropping an octave. “It’s gonna start feeling good soon enough. Then it’s gonna start feeling addictive. That’s what the VNM does. That’s how we’re going to get you hooked on being whored out,” said Jimenez. “Not that I care. Tonight’s about me winning. About finally getting a leg up on the great Detective Daniel and knocking you down a peg.”

Daniel had barely adjusted to the feeling of Jimenez’ cock head inside him when the crooked cop’s hips suddenly snapped forward. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head as a strangled groan burst out of him.

It hurt like hell. He felt as if this time, surely, he would be torn right in half. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. His world was white-hot agony, his brain outright refusing to compute what was happening to him.

Daniel clenched his hands tighter, his fingernails digging into his palms almost deep enough to draw blood as he fought through the eye-watering pain. He sucked down one ragged breath after the next, not even caring about the VNM in the air that he was breathing as he struggled to regain his composure.

Breathe. Breathe, he told himself. He was a big guy. He was stronger than this. He’d been beaten up and kicked around, shot at and nearly run down by criminals. As tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, he told himself that this was just another trial to overcome—that he wasn’t going to let Jimenez’ cock break him.

Daniel mustered every ounce of willpower that he had, channeling the pain and discomfort into a single muffled curse screamed into his gag. It was cathartic. It helped, even if only just. It was better than nothing.

Almost as soon as Daniel had managed to reclaim a shred of his dignity, Jimenez smacked his ass. He jumped, jolting against his restraints in shock. He should have expected it—he’d been with women who liked that—but he never imagined he would be on the receiving end.

The sound of the impact was crisp. The pain was sharp and intense. Daniel’s body reacted predictably, his insides seizing tight around Jimenez’s cock, which in turn elicited a low groan from the crooked cop.

“Fuck, yes, that’s what I’m talking about!” Jimenez crowed. “You’ve got one tight-ass cunt, Danny-boy! Fuck! It feels great on my dick!” He whooped, and Daniel didn’t even need to look to know that Jimenez was pumping his fist in the air.

“Who would have thought that the department’s notorious hard-ass had a perfectly sweet ass-pussy all along?” said Jimenez with a laugh. “I certainly would have never expected that!”

Daniel’s cheeks got hot. Anger bubbled over inside of him. It was bad enough that he was getting fucked. It was bad enough that his protégé was at risk of being choked out if he acted up. Did he really have to take this humiliation, too?

The lock on the side of the pillory rattled as he yanked against it, jolting violently in his restraints as he unleashed a frustrated scream. He’d never felt this powerless in his life, and the worst part of it all was that his outburst only seemed to make Jimenez harder.

Daniel knew it did. He knew it more intimately than perhaps anyone besides Jimenez. He’d felt the fucker’s cock jump inside him. He felt it swell. As if he needed more reasons to feel emasculated and impotent, not even his anger seemed to faze any of the dirty cops enjoying the show.

Jimenez laughed. “Geez! No need to be so rowdy, Danny-boy!” he said. “I’m gonna give you what you want soon enough. Fuck me, if I’d known you would be this eager, I’d have trussed you up like this long ago!”

He placed his hands on Daniel’s ass cheeks, peeling them apart with the heels of his thumbs. He whistled appreciatively as he took in the sight of Daniel stretched around the girth of his cock and said, “Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised your fuckhole’s this sweet, Danny-boy. You must have had a lot of practice from years of having a big, fat, killjoy stick stuck up your ass!”

Jimenez and the other dirty cops laughed uproariously at what they must have thought was the funniest joke in the world. As soon as that died down, Jimenez started to move his hips, squeezing out some more VNM-SL on his cock just to make sure it wouldn’t dry out.

A low groan spilled from Jimenez’s lips. “Fuck, I don’t think that sensation’s ever going to get old. Can you feel it, Danny-boy? Yeah, I bet you can. It’s working its way in already, isn’t it?”

As much as Daniel wanted to refute Jimenez, the short, slow strokes were pushing more and more of the lube inside him. Consequently, the warm, tingling heat was spreading deeper into his body. He tried to put the sensation out of his head, but he couldn’t deny that it felt good. He had to bite down on the gag. It was all he could do to not moan and give away exactly how he was feeling.

As the warmth continued to spread through Daniel’s guts, the first cracks in his confidence started to appear. He’d told himself he would be able to survive, that he would be able to get through without breaking, but now he wasn’t so sure.

Daniel had thought that his discipline and years of experience would help him cope with what Jimenez was going to do to him, but nothing could have prepared him for this. And what made him so different from Ravi, anyway? Not much, if he thought about it.

The main reason that Daniel had even chosen Ravi to be his “apprentice” of sorts was that he’d seen his younger self in the junior detective. Ravi had the talent, the insight, and the instincts to get far. The only thing Ravi was missing was experience and yet VNM had reduced Ravi into a perverse caricature of his old self. Who was to say that Daniel wasn’t next?

Jimenez pulled out. Not in a single long stroke, but slowly, so Daniel could feel his hole latch onto every inch as it slid out of his hole. “Fuck, look at the grip on that thing. That’s better than a proper pussy!”

Daniel could only groan. The sensation was so unfamiliar. And the emptiness that was left behind as Jimenez’s cock pulled out of him—it was impossible to ignore. He could barely think of anything else until Jimenez stopped, leaving just the head of his cock inside him.

It should have been a relief when Jimenez paused, but it wasn’t. Daniel’s whole body tensed. Trepidation made his heart beat faster in his chest. The world, and even time itself, seemed to slow with bated breath.

Then, suddenly, Jimenez snapped his hips forward, burying every last inch of his fat cock inside Daniel in one fell swoop.

Daniel’s back arched. The gag muffled his cry of pain as he was forced open by the girth of Jimenez’s hog. And then the pain gave way to pleasure. His cock ached, twitching and leaking.

The moment Jimenez slammed home, Daniel’s manhood surged to full hardness. Clinically, he understood that the prostate was a sensitive spot. He never imagined just how good it could feel. When Jimenez’s cock head rammed into his prostate, all he could do was unleash a full-throated moan he would have expected from a streetwalker at the red-light district, not from a middle-aged senior detective.

Jimenez chuckled. “Oh, yeah. That’s what I was waiting for. You’re really feeling it now, aren’t you?” He swatted Daniel’s ass again and laughed as he slowly started the process of pulling out yet again. “We’ll have you begging for more before long.”

Daniel was sweating. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He had expected the pain. He hadn’t expected the pleasure. Maybe it was just his ignorance, but he really hadn’t imagined that getting fucked in the ass could feel so fucking good.

He tried to hold back when Jimenez’ dick slammed into his hole yet again, but there was no helping it. A lewd moan spilled from his throat. Even muffled by the gag, there was no mistaking what that noise could have been.

Jimenez did it again. And again. And again. Each time, Daniel lurched forward. The only thing that kept him in place was the pillory, which he supposed was one small thing to be thankful to it for.

At the same time, with all the full-length thrusts, the VNM-SL was getting worked deeper into Daniel’s guts than ever before. His inner walls—the full length of his chute and not just what was near the entrance—were tingling.

With every thrust, that one special spot inside of Daniel became increasingly sensitive. The pain he’d felt at the outset had all but faded. In place of the searing agony, which felt like little more than a distant memory at this point, was an electric sort of pleasure that rushed through his body like lightning.

Despite himself, part of him had started to look forward to every brutal slam of Jimenez’ hips into his. What felt like every single cell in his body seemed to thrum with anticipation for the next thrust, for the next time Jimenez’ blunt cock head smashed against his prostate.

As much as Daniel wanted to, it was impossible to hide the way his body reacted. Pleasure was pleasure, and his traitorous cock didn’t care to distinguish that what he was feeling now was coming from a dirty cop’s cock shoved in his ass.

Daniel was as hard as he had ever been and that fact wasn’t lost on Jimenez at all. The crooked cop reached between Daniel’s legs, fingers curling loosely around the twitching, straining erection that was there.

“Fuck,” Jimenez groaned, “You’re so fucking hard right now, Danny-boy. Look how much you’re leaking.” He laughed, sadistic glee clear in his voice.

A crisp, sharp smack rang across the clearing when Jimenez’ free hand met Daniel’s ass. The pillory rattled as the unexpected spank

Daniel lurched against the pillory as Jimenez’s free hand smacked his ass. The crooked cop rubbed the stinging handprint. “The big bad detective with strong principles doesn’t really amount to much when his pretty little bitch button is being pushed, does he?”

Jimenez was a dick, but Daniel could hardly refute what was being said when the evidence was right in Jimenez’s hand. Daniel could try to deny it all he wanted, tell himself that it was nothing more than a physiological response, but the cold, naked truth, was that it was starting to feel good.

It took every ounce of willpower that Daniel had left to fight down the moan threatening to spill from him as Jimenez fucked him in earnest. The slow, full strokes from before picked up speed little by little, working the VNM-laced lube deeper inside his body.

Daniel’s toes curled, his cock throbbing in Jimenez’ grip. If not for the fact he could bite down on the gag, he would have probably been whimpering like a bitch ages ago. He was barely keeping a lid on it, as it was.

With every thrust, Daniel felt Jimenez’ cock rubbing against his prostate. It was like lightning, racing through his nerves, setting his entire body on fire.

Sheer mental fortitude was the only thing keeping Daniel from bucking his hips, but his thighs were trembling from the effort. Sweat was beading on his brow and trickling down the side of his face.

Shit, he thought to himself, desperate to find some way to escape the intense pleasure pounding into him from Jimenez’ cock. He didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to hold on. He was slipping. His grasp was failing. The confidence he had from before was crumbling.

Jimenez had never seemed to be a particularly insightful sort of guy, but he definitely noticed the shift in Daniel’s attitude. A low chuckle rumbled through him.

It was a dangerously dark sound, especially for the fragile state that Daniel had found himself in. The sheer malice in Jimenez’ voice sent a chill right down his spine.

Daniel didn’t have long to ponder what it meant for him as soon enough, Jimenez shifted the angle of his hips. It was a small change, but a meaningful one, allowing Jimenez’s cock head to ram right into Daniel’s prostate with every thrust. That was all it took to dislodge the moan that he’d been holding back.

“Nnhh…” Hearing his own voice make such an honest and overtly sexual sound made Daniel’s spine tingle. It was such an honest and sincere vocalization that it threw him for a loop. He was usually so much more reserved.

“Bingo!” Jimenez shouted with glee.

Like the first crack in the face of the dam, the moan was only the start. “Nngh! Mmph! Nnnh!” Every thrust was accompanied by a noise ripped straight from Daniel’s throat. There was nowhere to hide. His desire, his pleasure, it was exposed with every crushing thrust of Jimenez’ cock against his prostate.

The façade of resistance that Daniel had been desperately shoring up crumbled in minutes. Under the influence of the VNM in the air and in the lube that was leaching into his body, his iron will fractured and broke.

Daniel’s mind went blank. The pleasure was overwhelming. Little by little, his inhibitions unraveled, thoughts scattered into static as the pleasure he felt from Jimenez’ dick reached levels he’d never even imagined possible.

In the span of a minute, everything holding Daniel back had crumbled to dust. His hips started to move on their own, the noises spilling from his throat, becoming increasingly desperate and needy.

“That’s it, Danny-boy,” Jimenez sneered. “Just give in already. There’s no use fighting it. There’s no place in the future we’re building for cops with scruples, so you should just get with the times and indulge your inner cock slut.”

Daniel’s breath hitched. The very last shreds of his resistance put up a valiant fight, but with every thrust of Jimenez’ cock, the values, principles, and promises he used to hold so near and dear to his heart were stripped away one by one.

Jimenez fucked Daniel hard. He rutted into him like a wild animal, the pillory rattling with every vicious, brutal thrust. He flayed the dregs of Daniel’s personality and sanity away until all that was left was a blank slate.

Daniel moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he embraced the pleasure. The part of him that would have told him he wasn’t supposed to enjoy this was gone, fucked to pieces by Jimenez’ incredible cock.

“Yeah, that’s right, take my fat Latin cock, you dumb fucking pig,” Jimenez growled as he smacked and squeezed and kneaded Daniel’s ass. “That’s all you’re gonna be good for from now on. No more thinking. No more policing. Just another pair of sloppy, fucked-out holes for us to enjoy and exploit.”

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Tristan leaned against a nearby wall. Despite his superhuman endurance and the infusion of energy from Marcus, he was out of breath. Part of it was the distance he’d had to cover using nothing but mobility techniques; another part of it was the nigh-crippling arousal that was making his cock throb and his brain short-circuit at the most inopportune times.

After leaving the club, he’d made his way to what was, ostensibly, VNM headquarters. When he arrived at the warehouse, he found the place emptier than expected. He was about to infiltrate to search for Daniel when he chanced upon a pair of guards posted by a side entrance laughing about an “old cop.”

Suffice it to say, Tristan had made sure those guards gave him everything they knew. He hated to admit it, but the only reason he hadn’t seduced the information out of them was because of the urgency of the situation.

The truth was, Tristan had been profoundly tempted. He didn’t think anyone could blame him, though. Those guys had had such big bulges in their tight uniform pants. Fuck.

Tristan turned so his shoulders were resting against the wall. He banged the back of his head against the concrete, groaning under his breath as he struggled to get his lust under control.

Just the mere memory of the guards’ packages made his mouth water. He was such a pathetic piece of trash. He was a sorry excuse for a hero. He belonged in the dumpster that Owynn had fucked him into; he was such a fucking disgrace.

Whether Tristan’s only real purpose in life was to be a cock-gobbling gutter-trash whore for men to use as they pleased, it didn’t matter. There were people he loved that were being threatened. No matter how much of a pitiful, cum-gargler he was meant to be, he still needed to protect the people he held dear.

Tristan took a deep breath to center himself. He’d arrived at the place where he’d had his first encounter with VNM, or just about, in any case. The only clue he’d gotten from the guards at the warehouse was that Daniel had been taken away in a cop car.

It hadn’t been much information to go on, but Tristan had taken it to Owynn, anyway. With the promise of loaning his ass out to Owynn as soon as things were over, he managed to learn that there were rumors that this place was where a bunch of cops had been spotted, taking part in a giant VNM block party in uniform.

Tristan just had to go down the street to get to the location Owynn had reported, but the air was thick with VNM haze. His cock twitched at the prospect of plunging into all that.

He didn’t know if he would be able to last in that thick VNM fog. He was all but certain that one single lungful would turn him into a drooling, blubbering, fagged-out fuck-socket, but it was a risk that he just had to take. For Daniel. For Ravi.

Tristan steeled his nerves, took a deep gulp of slightly less VNM-tainted air, and waded into the square. He pushed his way through the crowd until he reached the open space in the middle.

There, on a raised platform, was a pair of men locked in pillories. His heart sank when he saw that it was Daniel and Ravi, just as he’d feared. The cops Owynn had mentioned were there, too—all familiar faces from the precinct. Jimenez’ group of cronies and, naturally, the ringleader, too.

Tristan’s cock pulsed when he saw the looks on his two friends’ faces. They couldn’t have been more obviously fucked up on VNM if they tried.

One of Jimenez’ goons came up to the front of Daniel’s pillory and fished his cock out. He was only half-hard, but his size was intimidating. The sight of it brought a moan to Tristan’s lips, one that Tristan was only just able to bite back.

Tristan half-expected the cop to wedge Daniel’s jaw open with that beer can hanging off his crotch, but instead, the cop loosed a powerful stream of hot piss all over Daniel’s face. Instead of turning away, Daniel turned his head toward the stream, moaning through the ball gag stuffed into his mouth.

To say that Tristan’s arousal shot through the roof would have been an understatement. This was Daniel, the man who had, in a way, saved his life. The man he’d looked up to almost as much as his own adoptive father.

Daniel was a man’s man. A principled cop. He was strict, sometimes, but only because he had a keen nose for people’s potential and didn’t like to see that potential wasted. The fact that he wasn’t just letting a dirty, crooked cop piss all over his face but clearly enjoying it while at the same time moaning and bucking his hips against one of the worst corrupt cops at the precinct was a fall from grace that rivaled even Tristan’s.

Tristan should have been appalled and disgusted, which he was, but at the same time it was so fucking hot to see the man he’d considered a mentor and second father reduced to this. It was so degrading, so undignified, so beneath the person Daniel was supposed to be that it boggled the mind.

This was what VNM did. It rewired neurons, turned respectable people into utter degenerates. It had grabbed Tristan, transforming him from a principled hero and defender of justice into a worthless faggot whore.

Tristan could only watch as the pissing cop finished up, shaking the last few drops of piss off his cock onto Daniel’s face. “Do you even know how much you fucked me over?” said the cop, grabbing Daniel by the cheeks.

“I had a pretty good record. I closed a whole bunch of cases. Everyone was happy. But you just couldn’t leave things the fuck alone, could you?” the cop continued, spittle flying from his lips as his face turned red. “You just had to stick your nose where it didn’t belong!”

The cop spat on Daniel’s face with a look of such disdain that even Tristan couldn’t help but grimace. “Who cares if I put away the wrong criminals for the wrong crimes? They were criminals anyway! All I wanted was to put my daughter through private school and you just had to fucking meddle!”

“Do you know what I had to do?” said the man, his fingers digging into Daniel’s cheeks.

Daniel shook his head.

“FUCKER!” A loud smack rang across the square as the cop slapped Daniel across the face. “I had to put my whole fucking family in debt just paying for all the fucking settlements we had to do for those cases I closed!”

The crisp sound of that impact shook Tristan out of his horny stupor. The piss had been one thing. The fact that Daniel seemed to enjoy the hot stream splashing on his face had made Tristan’s cock pulse. The dirty cop laying hands on someone Tristan cared about, though, it was enough to make Tristan irrationally angry.

The thing was, Tristan didn’t think he would have been so incensed if it had been a spank. If the brute that had pissed all over Daniel’s face had whapped the senior detective across the ass and elicited a delirious moan, Tristan doubted it would have set him off.

The slap was different. The slap was personal. It was malicious in a way that he couldn’t describe. It was like dreaming of falling and the inevitable jolt awake that followed. That was what the slap was like to Tristan.

The Qi that, until then, had only been languidly flowing through Tristan’s body, began to boil. The air around him shimmered as the temperature in his immediate surroundings ratcheted up a few degrees.

Steam curled off of Tristan’s body. The sweat beading on his skin evaporated slowly at first, only to suddenly boil away in a flash as the temperature of his body continued to climb. The VNM lingering in the space around him evaporated in the heat, leaving a space of clear air in his immediate vicinity.

The hotter Tristan’s Qi burned, the clearer Tristan’s mind got. It was almost as if the VNM in his system was being eaten away. His inner fire stoked his anger, his indignation. His fury built and built and built as he watched the crooked cop talk down to Daniel until he couldn’t take it any longer.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM!” Tristan bellowed at the top of his lungs, his voice thundering across the plaza. With his outburst, the Qi boiling off his skin ignited.

The purple haze of VNM around Tristan—what was too far for him to burn off, anyway—took on a decidedly yellow-orange cast as flames licked at his skin. It was a good thing he’d changed into his Ruby Phoenix suit because his usual clothes would have been reduced to ash by the intense heat.

Jimenez and his goons all jumped, their heads whipping toward Tristan all at once. To their credit, they recovered from their shock quickly. Jimenez didn’t step away from Dylan, instead pointing at Tristan and shouting, “Keep him occupied!”

As the department’s crooked cops rushed over to confront Tristan, Jimenez grabbed the radio off his shoulder. “Ruby Phoenix has arrived!” he said into the mouthpiece. “I repeat! Ruby Phoenix has arrived!”

Tristan was surrounded before he knew it. The crowd that had gathered to watch the show had dispersed remarkably quickly. Jimenez’ goons formed a ring around him, their weapons drawn.

The tension was thick in the air and, for a moment, no one seemed willing to take the first move. Two of the cops twitched, noticed each other, and were emboldened. They came right at Tristan with their batons swinging.

Tristan blocked one baton, grabbing it and twisting his wrist to flip the first cop over. He ducked under the second one’s swing, kicking a leg out to sweep the second cop’s legs out from under him.

As the second cop was on the way down, Tristan surged back up. His elbow connected with the second cop’s face, knocking the man out cold. The first cop, however, was already picking himself up from the ground.

Before Tristan could decide how he was going to deal with the first cop, his senses tingled. He ducked just in time to avoid the twin barbs of a taser shooting through the space where his back had just been.

Instead of hitting Tristan, the taser slammed squarely in the chest of the first cop, who went to the ground convulsing. Before the one that fired the taser could recover, Tristan wrapped Qi around his hands and grabbed the cables connected to the taser barbs.

The cop that fired the taser tried to let go, but he was too late. Tristan yanked hard enough on the cables to make him stumble forward. It spelled his downfall as that one mistake allowed Tristan to get close enough to jab him in the throat.

The taser cop’s eyes widened. He grabbed his throat, choking and spluttering before the heel of Tristan’s palm slammed into his chin. The cop crumpled to the ground bonelessly.

There was no reprieve for Tristan, though. As soon as he’d dispatched that cop, he felt a chill and turned around to see another cop with a gun out. There was no time to react or hesitate. He mustered his internal energy and punched the air, shooting a streak of red-hot Qi from his fist.

The gun flew out of the cop’s hand, clattering to the pavement. As the cop stared at Tristan in wide-eyed wonder, Tristan swept his foot along the ground, sending a wave of rippling fire across the pavement.

The cop jumped out of the way, but Tristan had launched another fire fist his way, timed exactly to reach him just as he landed. The cop tried to dodge and did manage to avoid the flames, but ended up falling badly in the process.

Tristan used his footwork to cross the distance in a breath and delivered a quick knockout blow with the side of his palm. To his great fortune, Jimenez’ other goons were cowards, and they backed off as soon as they saw how quickly he’d dispatched the others.

Without the distraction, Tristan turned his attention to Jimenez. Speaking in a low voice that dripped with acrimony, Tristan stalked toward Jimenez with burning eyes and increasingly intense flames around his body. “I always knew you were going to be a problem. I should have gotten rid of your corrupt ass from the start!”

Jimenez scoffed. “So, what? You’re gonna get rid of me now? We both know you can’t do that. You’re masquerading as some wannabe ‘hero,’ and you’re getting away with it right now, but you know as well as I do that the moment you kill a cop, the powers-that-be are going to descend on this place. You and that little rainbow team of yours are going to get taken down and shipped off to gods know where.”

“I never said anything about killing you,” Tristan sneered. “There are fates worse than death. But right now, you should be worrying about saving your skin. I’m giving you one warning. As a courtesy. Step away from Daniel.”

Jimenez didn’t back down. He didn’t seem fazed at all. At this distance, Jimenez could definitely feel the heat radiating from Tristan’s body, but he didn’t show even a single shred of fear.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Jimenez’ mouth. He looked into Tristan’s eyes, almost as if he were daring Tristan to make good on the threat.

In an act of bold defiance, Jimenez tightened his grip on Daniel’s hips instead of backing away. He slammed his cock into Daniel, the sharp smack of his pelvis against Daniel’s ass almost echoing through the now-empty plaza.

His voice low and gravelly, Jimenez said, “Go ahead and come for me, Danny-boy. Show the little wannabe hero who you really are.”

On cue, Daniel’s eyes rolled back in his head. His low, desperate moan was muffled by his gag, but there was no mistaking that noise.

Right before Tristan’s eyes, Daniel’s cock pulsed and throbbed, swelling as his balls drew up against his body. Daniel’s thighs wobbled, his toes curling. His breathing grew ragged and shallow as he came hard, spewing rope after rope of thick, white cum all over the ground.

The sight of Daniel’s humiliation sent both a frisson of arousal through Tristan, as well as a fresh wave of fury and hatred. “You’re going to regret that!” Tristan snarled, cutting his hand through the air to form a viciously sharp arc of flame that would have very easily cut Jimenez in half.

Just before Tristan could unleash the flame blade, however, a small black blur cut straight through the middle of the burning arc. It wasn’t much, but hit the precise weak spot of the arc, scattering the Qi that Tristan had put into the attack.

Tristan’s head snapped to where the small throwing star embedded itself in the façade of a building a moment later. The weapon was made of black metal with glowing purple lines.

The last person Tristan wanted to see emerged from the thick clouds of VNM vapor beyond Jimenez. Clad in his black suit and wearing his helmet in the shape of a striking snake, Chimera walked up onto the platform flanked on either side by his men.

“I’ve gotta give it to the wannabe heroes of Refuge Point… You’re nothing if not… predictable,” said Chimera while mocking Tristan with a slow, patronizing clap.