The faux leather upholstery creaked as Tristan shifted his legs apart. He was in the back seat of a squad car—the one assigned to Daniel—and while he was far from under arrest, he felt every bit as uncomfortable as a criminal would have been in the same position.

Daniel was in the driver’s seat. Ravi was in the passenger seat. He knew what the whole set-up must have looked like, but there were few passersby. He was mostly just glad he wasn’t in their direct line of sight because he wasn’t sure how he was going to explain the personal problem that he was dealing with.

Tristan was well aware that he’d been exposed to VNM. He should have disclosed that to Daniel and Ravi, but he couldn’t bring himself to. It would have been the right and responsible thing to do, but something told him that admitting to the truth would take him off the case—and that was something he couldn’t afford.

He needed to be here. He needed information and intelligence he could only get with the police department’s resources. They were useless for actually fixing crime—at least, this particular precinct was—but they were good for getting actionable intel.

Tristan knew firsthand how bad the situation really was. VNM was on the streets and spreading like wildfire. Things were dire, and he’d seen the effects of the drug on the community with his own eyes.

It was unsettling. It was scary. And loath as he was to admit it, deep in the back of his mind, part of him found it all titillating, which he supposed was all the more reason for urgent action to be taken. But since he knew he couldn’t rely on the cops for that, he had to stay on the case to get his family the information they’d need to take down the entire operation.

Tristan glanced at the rear-view mirror. Neither Daniel nor Ravi were looking at him. This was his chance. Fighting down the urge to groan, he slipped a hand between his legs. He tried not to be too conspicuous as he rubbed his half-hard cock through his pants.

This was wrong. This was perverse. This wasn’t something that he should have been doing. As a hero. As a friend. And more importantly, as someone who was on the clock and was being paid to do a job.

They were staking out a drug deal right now and instead of doing what he was supposed to and paying attention to his surroundings like Daniel and Ravi, he was busy playing with his hard cock. It went against everything he knew and everything he stood for, but the need was so overwhelming he just couldn’t ignore it.

It was a problem. A big problem. His informant had told him that VNM was supposed to wear off quickly, but that hadn’t been his experience. He could still feel it in his veins. He’d been half-hard all day, his gaze wandering to places he shouldn’t have been looking.

As much as Tristan didn’t want to admit it, he’d started to see his friends and colleagues in a different light. Daniel was quite handsome in a rugged, masculine way. His easy, understated confidence was something that Tristan had always admired, but now there was an inexplicably sexy edge to it. Daniel commanded attention in the way he moved and the way he spoke—he was like a lion in the way that he carried himself.

Ravi was fresher and younger than Daniel. He was handsome too, but he strayed closer to the side of cute and adorable. He wasn’t white, but he had the look of a boy next door. Even when he was just sitting there quietly, Tristan could feel the waves of enthusiasm just radiating off of Ravi.

Tristan bit back a curse. These were his friends. His colleagues. As far as he knew, they were straight. He shouldn’t have been thinking of them in that way. It was disrespectful and wrong.

Hell, he was supposed to be straight. He wasn’t supposed to be looking at other guys at all, much less noticing how good they looked. Other guys shouldn’t have turned him on as much as they did and yet…

Fuck. Tristan chewed on his lower lip as his mind wandered back to that guy at the VNM den yet again. He kept going back there. He vividly remembered that rough hand around his cock and it got him all bricked up.

This wasn’t a onetime thing. It had been happening over and over and over again since that fateful encounter, and seemingly only at the most inopportune moments. The last time he’d had so much trouble with random boners was when he was a teenager at his randiest.

The worst part for Tristan was how he couldn’t seem to help but put other people in place of the guy at that VNM den. He always tried to resist. He always ended up giving in. He’d fantasized about his dad, his brothers, a couple of his colleagues… It was bad. It was real bad.

Taking a breath in a vain attempt to settle his nerves, Tristan briefly looked up. He noticed that Daniel was looking at him through the rear-view mirror. Their gazes met and he couldn’t help but flush and duck his head, choking back a moan.

Talk about inopportune moments. Just like that, the image playing in his head shifted. Suddenly, it wasn’t the stranger anymore. It was Daniel.

Tristan tried and failed to shunt the thought to the edges of his consciousness, but to no avail. In his mind’s eye, he and Daniel were both naked. He was sitting on Daniel’s lap.

He’d never so much as seen Daniel shirtless, but having seen the man’s forearms he imagined that the older cop must have been decently hirsute. He imagined a thick pelt of coarse hair stretched across a pair of meaty pecs and couldn’t help but wonder how that must feel slotted up against his back.

Tristan fought down the urge to moan as his mind continued to fabricate this unwanted scene. He had no idea how well endowed Daniel was but his brain took the liberty of giving the older cop a big piece. Just like that, Tristan was getting his ass hotdogged by his hot older co-worker while he desperately pumped his hips into the reach-around that Daniel was giving him.

“Is everything alright?”

Daniel’s voice cut through the fantasy, sending Tristan crashing back into reality for a moment. “Y-yeah, I-I’m fine,” Tristan stammered, nearly choking on his own words. “I-I’m just uncomfortable about this VNM stuff… A-and what it’s supposed to do.”

A moment was all the reprieve that Tristan got. The scene resumed in his head. He could almost feel fantasy-Daniel’s cock sliding up and down in the cleft of his ass cheeks in real life—the touch of Daniel’s coarse fingers on the sensitive skin of his cock shaft.

Fantasy-Tristan rolled his hips, grinding back against the older cop’s cock while fantasy-Daniel jerked him off. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to grind back against his seat in reality. He was so fucking horny, but he was sure Daniel would notice if he did anything.

Daniel didn’t press the matter—thank the gods—and he just looked out the window. They had a good sight line to where the deal was supposed to take place. “I’ve seen it before. VNM’s not the first sex drug. Something like that was bound to come out sooner or later.”

Ravi chuckled. He glanced briefly at Daniel but thankfully didn’t seem to notice what Tristan was getting up to in the back seat. “Gives a whole new meaning to the term ‘drugs bust’, doesn’t it?” he said.

Tristan had to fight the urge to moan. He didn’t know why, but Ravi’s stupid joke made his cock throb so hard. The image in his head changed from Daniel jerking him off to Ravi with a dumb grin and a face soaked with cum.

Fuck. He clenched his free hand so hard he could feel his fingernails digging into the palm of his hand. He couldn’t help but think about how good Ravi looked with the blank, cock-drunk look he had in his head—how perfect Ravi would be as a big dumb himbo whore.

Daniel chuckled and rolled his eyes. “It’s not great, don’t get me wrong. But ultimately it’s just sex. It can ruin lives, but it doesn’t end them. It could be worse, is all I’m saying.”

Tristan didn’t know if he bought that. He’d seen the effects of VNM on people. Daniel and Ravi weren’t there. They hadn’t experienced it themselves. He was supposed to be straight, but he hadn’t been able to get it up to tits and pussy in days. Meanwhile, the slightest thought of cock and ass was making him rock hard.

He tried to tell himself it was nothing more than a temporary thing, but it was becoming harder and harder not to think that the stuff was permanently rewriting who he was. Maybe he wasn’t dying, but he didn’t know if this was better.

Tristan shuddered and tried not to show it. He couldn’t tell Daniel and Ravi, but he remembered what it was like to be under the thrall of VNM. The echo of that pleasure made his cock twitch. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel a faint twinge of dread. For all his discipline and mental fortitude, the VNM had still pushed every other thought besides pleasure out of his head.

“I-I don’t know,” Tristan said quietly. “Those people… It looked like there was nothing in their eyes besides sex.”

Daniel shook his head. “Every drug does that in its own way. The really hard ones eat people up from the inside until the drugs are all they have left. I’d take sex maniacs and fuck-zombies any day. They’re less likely to be biting people’s faces off.”

“Kinky,” said Ravi with a laugh. He earned a swat to the shoulder from Daniel for his troubles.

“All I’m saying is that we could have had a disaster on our hands. When I was new to the force, I remember reading on the news some shit that was going down on the east side. Things got real messy because the stuff that was on the streets was way too powerful for the average person,” Daniel recounted.

With a grim expression, he continued, “It got people really high. If anyone ever took too much, they’d launch into a full-on murderous rampage. It got so bad that the government sanctioned an esper intervention.”

Hearing this story helped Tristan get his arousal under control. He still couldn’t help but rub his cock, his thoughts mired in a haze of lust, but he could at least somewhat focus.

What he’d just heard was unsettling. The east side of Refuge Point was far enough away from where they lived that it might as well have been another city altogether. If an esper intervention was sanctioned…

Tristan shuddered and closed his eyes. He could only imagine the carnage that must have taken place over on that side of the city.

Taking a breath to steady himself, Tristan leaned forward. He wanted to be heard, but it was also a convenient way to hide what he was doing. “So what’s the plan here, anyway?” he said. He wasn’t usually privy to operational details, but he figured Ravi and Daniel wouldn’t begrudge letting him in on things.

“Standard sting, really,” said Ravi. “There’s us two, but a couple other officers are on standby nearby. And yes, before you say anything, they’re trustworthy.”

“I just hope your tip is good,” said Daniel as he looked out the windshield. “It’s not gonna be pretty if tonight doesn’t go well. But if the deal happens, we’ll be ready. I’m just hoping there won’t be much of a fight.”

“Maybe these guys use their own stuff. It’d be great, wouldn’t it? Bunch of dealers too horny to resist getting arrested,” Ravi laughed.

“I’m not sure that’d be better,” said Daniel. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not keen on getting dry-humped by a criminal.”

Tristan let out a nervous laugh. He’d gotten a better handle on his arousal, but that didn’t mean that it was gone. He wasn’t as fully in control as he wanted to be.

Daniel’s comment brought an unwelcome image to Tristan’s mind. He couldn’t help but imagine a cuffed-up drug-dealer clinging to Daniel, and the decidedly sour look on the older cop’s face as he tried to shake the guy off.

Tristan’s breath hitched. In this fantasy, the guy was persistent enough that Daniel couldn’t shake him off. Tristan’s cock throbbed as his mind conjured the next scene—of the drug dealer rutting against Daniel’s leg like a dog.

It was hot. It was so fucking hot and Tristan didn’t even know why. He clutched the edge of his seat with his free hand—it was all he could do not to moan.

“I dunno,” said Ravi with a shrug and a shit-eating grin. “It’d be a change, at least. These arrests can get pretty same-y, sometimes.”

Before the conversation could continue, the familiar crackle and hiss of the radio filled the air. “Shh,” said Daniel, motioning for the other two to quiet down.

“This is Officer Guzman. I’ve got eyes on the suspects. There’s four of them en route to the rendezvous.”

At those words, Daniel, Tristan, and Ravi all leaned forward in their seats. They looked through the windshield toward the alley the exchange was supposed to be taking place.

As if on cue, four shifty looking guys came up the sidewalk and turned into the alley. One of the four was posted at the mouth of the alley as a lookout. The other three walked up to a dingy side-door to one of the buildings overlooking the alley.

The door opened after a few moments and a pair of men came out carrying cardboard boxes. They hand over the boxes while the remaining guy—the leader, Tristan presumed—handed over a wad of cash.

“It’s showtime,” said Daniel. He flipped a switch on the dashboard, turning the lights and sirens on as he and Ravi burst out of the car with their guns drawn.

One of the other officers came out with a megaphone and loudly declared, “Nobody move! You’re all under arrest for drug-related crimes!”

Although nearly a dozen other officers rushed onto the scene, some of the guys still tried to make a run for it. The lookout sprinted away with a couple of officers in hot pursuit. The others were less successful, most ending pinned to the ground or against a wall with their wrists cuffed behind their backs.

It took a minute, but just as Tristan was beginning to think that the lookout might have gotten away, an out-of-breath officer came back into view with the cuffed-up runner in tow.

Once everyone had been stowed away into the various squad cars scattered around the area, Daniel and Ravi came back inside and breathed a sigh of relief. Daniel looked into the back of the car, reached over, and patted Tristan on the shoulder. “Great job,” he said.

Tristan forced a smile at Daniel. It wasn’t that he was unhappy about the outcome or the praise. He was simply trying not to betray just how hard Daniel’s touch and those two words had made him.

---

Tristan was uneasy. He didn’t know why, exactly, but he couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably in his seat. It wasn’t from the horniness, either, though that certainly made things more awkward.

They were on their way back to the precinct after the bust, and he really should have been happier. That wasn’t to say that he wasn’t glad they’d made an arrest, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that things had gone way too smoothly.

To put it bluntly, Tristan’s sixth sense was screaming, “danger!”

“You’re gonna punch a hole in the floor if you keep bouncing your leg like that. I get it, though,” said Ravi; he must have picked up on Tristan’s anxiety.

Tristan grabbed his leg and held it down. The sting was over. They were going back to process the perps. It was done. It was finished. That was what he tried to tell himself, but for some reason, he felt like the night was just getting started.

“I don’t like it either,” said Daniel. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m glad things went smoothly. It could have been a firefight. People could have gotten hurt. We should be grateful it was pretty uneventful.”

Tristan looked up and met Daniel’s gaze in the rear-view mirror. He shivered, cheeks warming as he quickly averted his eyes.

“But,” said Daniel, a sterner edge to his voice, “Speculation won’t help us now. Instincts are useful, but we can’t rely on them to direct our lives. Gut feelings can only get us so far.”

Tristan sighed. He wasn’t sure. He just felt like something was going to go wrong. Daniel had a point, though. It didn’t help him to be anxious over something that hadn’t even happened yet—something he had no real reason to believe was even going to happen.

“It’s important to stay cool and collected,” said Daniel as he turned his eyes back to the road. “That way, we’ll be ready for any curveball they throw our way. We can deal with it.”

Tristan nodded. He trusted Daniel. Daniel hadn’t led him astray just yet. The rest of the ride back to the precinct nevertheless passed in tense silence.

There was a distinct air of hesitation when they finally arrived. It was Daniel that broke the stalemate, opening his door to step out of the vehicle. Tristan and Ravi followed suit.

On their way in, the trio passed by a couple of the perps being processed. The guys didn’t look happy, but Tristan’s gut feeling reared its ugly head again. It took a moment to register, but when it did, he felt a cold knot of dread form in the pit of his stomach. The perps didn’t look nervous at all.

Ravi must have noticed too, since he muttered, “I don’t like their look. They’re not scared,” as soon as they were out of earshot.

“They’re not familiar faces, either, and they don’t have the look of people who’ve seen the inside of a police station before,” said Daniel. “Even so, they’re taking this all in stride. So they must think they’re gonna be getting off. The question is why.”

“Hey, Daniel.” One of the officers came up to the three of them. He was one of the more trustworthy cops in the precinct. He wasn’t clean, but he tried to be. By the look on his face, though, it didn’t seem that he was bringing good news.

Daniel’s brow furrowed. “Alright, lay it on me. How are we getting fucked this time?”

“Soren’s on the way.”

Ravi smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand and leaned against a nearby doorway. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

They’d only been given a first name, but Tristan wanted to do the same thing. In a way, it was a bit of a relief. He’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop.

There could have been, and probably were thousands of Sorens in all of Refuge Point, but there was one—and only one—Soren that could get this sort of reaction out of a bunch of cops. Soren Nygard was the bane of the Refuge Point Police Department and here, pretty much in the boonies of Refuge Point, that name should have only ever been spoken of in hushed tones.

Soren Nygard’s reputation preceded him by a mile. He’d built his career on successfully defending some of the biggest criminal cases in the city’s history. The fact that he was coming here, to their little precinct, was seismic.

“That fucker should be downtown!” said Ravi. “This place is beneath him! Especially for something like this!”

Tristan couldn’t help but agree. Soren usually dealt with white collar crime. When he wasn’t, he was in big corporate law. His clients were usually businessmen and corporations—state sanctioned criminals, essentially.

Daniel scowled. “What the fuck is a lawyer of his caliber doing here?” he said. “This is the ass crack of Refuge Point—one of many. Are you sure he’s here for our guys?”

“I don’t know,” said the other cop. “But it’s not like we’re holding anyone else important tonight.”

Tristan scowled. “These guys haven’t even been fully processed yet, and he’s already on his way?”

Ravi scoffed. “We all know what that means.”

“We really should get an exterminator out here,” said Daniel. “The place is overrun.”

The other cop chuckled somberly and shook his head. He placed a hand on Daniel’s shoulder and said, “Daniel, you know that’d clean out the whole house.”

“Yeah. I know. Anyway, there’s nothing we can do about it now,” said Daniel. “I’m guessing this means we won’t be keeping these guys long. We need to do what we can before Soren arrives.”

---

Tristan couldn’t help but pace in the observation room sandwiched between the two interrogation rooms that held the two dealers they’d booked from the stakeout. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut through, and he didn’t like it.

They knew nothing about why Soren was coming or even who he was coming for. All they knew was that he was on his way, and that he would be there soon.

Tristan tried not to speculate, for the sake of his own sanity, but it was hard not to. The perps were being processed as quickly as possible, but he felt like the walls were closing in.

They’d prioritized the sellers since they were the most likely clients and they seemed the most comfortable with what was going on. Other cops were with the perps for the moment, taking care of some last-minute paperwork.

There wasn’t much they could do about that, but it was at least an opportunity to take a measure of the guys they’d brought in. The two couldn’t have been more different in attitude if they tried, though. One was more subdued, speaking only when addressed. The other one was animated. He didn’t look like he was scared at all and talked as if he were with friends.

It didn’t mean that the second guy was being reckless. He wasn’t saying anything unnecessary, just replying to the cop that was keeping an eye on him in a fairly jovial way. He wasn’t staying quiet, but he wasn’t giving anything away, either.

“What do you think?” said Ravi as he looked at Daniel with his lips pursed.

Tristan looked between the two and said, “Yeah… We need a plan.”

“I want to talk to the confident one,” said Daniel.

Ravi’s brow furrowed. “Why?”

Daniel shook his head. “I think that one will crack faster. He’s very obviously at ease and maybe that’s genuine, but I’m willing to bet it’s a front. I want to lean on that guy so that if Mr. Hotshot arrives on his lonesome, he’ll have to see to the other one first.”

“I don’t wanna question you, old man, but isn’t that other one more anxious?” said Ravi, gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb. “Wouldn’t he be easier?”

Tristan took a closer look at the one Ravi was pointing to. He didn’t have as much experience as Daniel, but he liked to think that he had a good read on people.

The older detective was right. The quiet one wanted to look nervous. For his part, he was doing a good job. The fear in his body language just didn’t quite reach his eyes. His gaze was even. Fearless.

“I think Daniel’s right,” said Tristan.

“I’m not sure where you two are getting this, but if that’s how you say it’s gotta be, I’m not gonna argue. Not now, anyway,” said Ravi.

“I’m going in,” said Daniel. He was halfway out the door before he even finished. “There’s no time to waste.”

Ravi snatched up the folder that was on the table in the middle of the observation room and said, “Guess that means I’ll be taking the other one, then.”

---

Daniel’s insight was quickly proven right. The talkative guy was feeling the heat. He was visibly sweating and asking for a lawyer.

“The lawyer’s coming,” said Daniel. It was the same answer he’d given since the start of the interrogation. “He’s just talking to the other guy first. Actually, I wonder why that is. Is he more senior than you are?”

“I’m not saying anything,” said the talkative guy. “What’s taking my lawyer so long? I’ve got a right to representation, you know!”

Daniel nodded. “You’re right, of course,” he said. “But your lawyer can’t be in two places at once. Though I am curious about what’s going on in that other room. Maybe they’re discussing options. Figuring out a plea deal or something.”

Tristan watched the scene closely. Even through the glass, he could tell that the talkative guy was starting to crack. He couldn’t help but feel antsy. They needed to get something out of this guy before Soren waltzed in and made everything so much more complicated.

“Ha. You can’t fool me, old man,” said the talkative guy, though it didn’t sound like his heart was in it.

“It’s a lawyer’s job, you know? Do what’s best for their client. I mean, we’ve got you two dead to rights after all. Got video and everything. Those guys you were doing the deal with? I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve confessed by now,” said Daniel.

The talkative guy’s eyes went wide. Bingo. Tristan couldn’t help but grin. Daniel was doing a masterful job. He was laying out the dots and letting the perp’s brain make all the connections.

Tristan took a moment to look over into the other room. Soren was riding Ravi hard and certainly not in the fun way. Every move was questioned. What evidence was there of wrongdoing? How did the police know that the deal was illicit?

Ravi was getting visibly frustrated and Tristan couldn’t blame him. The quiet guy had been stonewalling so well that Ravi might as well have been talking to a brick wall before Soren came in. Now, that brick wall had a suit of full medieval plate armor in front of it.

“That’s the evidence!” said Ravi. He pointed to the literal box of contraband that was on the table between him, the perp, and Soren. “We have you on tape exchanging these goods for cash.”

Soren laughed. “Prove it,” he said. “Prove that the contents of that box are illicit. How do you know it contains controlled substances? I couldn’t help but notice that the packaging’s still intact. How do you know that it contains what you’re saying it contains?”

Ravi growled something under his breath that Tristan couldn’t quite make out. He got up, fished out his pocket multi-tool, and cut the packing tape on the box. He flipped the lid open to reveal the neat stacks of VNM vapes inside.

“There,” said Ravi. “There’s your evidence. Are you happy?”

Soren just quirked an eyebrow and chuckled. “Seriously?” he said.

At that point, Tristan could tell that Ravi’s patience had worn dangerously thin. “Alright. What’s it this time?” said Ravi.

“Is this all you guys have?” said Soren. He reached into the box and picked up a handful of vapes. He dropped them right back inside with a snide laugh. “All this shit just for a couple of vapes? You’re acting like my client’s selling coke or crystal meth.”

Soren flipped open his briefcase and handed over a piece of paper. “Did you guys even do your research? Here, I have a list of ingredients. We can go through them one by one and maybe you can tell me which of these ingredients is supposed to be a controlled substance.”

Despite Daniel’s successes in the other room, Tristan couldn’t help but be nervous. They were out of their league with Soren in the building and that particular fact was only becoming more and more evident.

Tristan had no doubt Soren was going to get the perps out. It wasn’t a problem in and of itself, but he knew that word would get out and put the entire distribution network on high alert, making it that much more difficult to attack.

Ravi looked over the list that Soren had passed him. He was chewing on the knuckle of his index finger, like he did whenever he was anxious. It wasn’t a good sign.

“Does it look like there’s anything wrong with that?” said Soren with a smug, self-satisfied smirk. “No, I didn’t think so. It looks like you guys jumped the gun. You went through all this trouble for nothing. You know, we could probably sue this place for harassment. We might even have a case for false imprisonment.”

Ravi was about to say something, but just then, Soren’s phone rattled against the tabletop. The lawyer checked the phone, saw the caller, frowned, and picked his phone up.

“I need to step out to take this,” said Soren. He got up from his seat, didn’t bother to push it back into place, and gave his client a stern, “Don’t answer any questions,” before leaving the room.

As soon as Soren was out of the room, Ravi picked up the leaflet with the ingredients for a second time. He was going over it item by item, the frustration written clearly over his face. He was so focused on the page he failed to notice the perp moving.

Tristan, on the other hand, did catch it. He pushed the button on the intercom and said, “Hey, man. Watch out.”

Ravi didn’t react. The first thought that went through Tristan’s head was that Ravi must have just not heard him. He pushed the button again and said, “Ravi! Look at the guy!”

There was no reaction. His heart starting to race, Tristan jammed his finger against the button on the intercom. “Ravi! Watch out!” he all but screamed at the top of his lungs.

The perp was up to something. He was getting up, taking something out of his pocket despite his wrists being cuffed together.

Tristan made for the door, but when he tried the knob, it was locked. With a sinking feeling, he looked around, realizing only belatedly that he was the only one in the observation room.

“Hey! Let me out!” he yelled as he banged on the door, making it rattle in its frame. His efforts to be heard were to no avail. No one opened the door.

Tristan turned back. He rushed up to the one-way mirror and rammed the sides of his balled-up fists against the hardened glass. “Ravi! RAVI!” he shouted.

This time, the ruckus was enough to catch Ravi’s attention. The only problem was that Ravi turned to look at the mirror, not at the actual threat.

Tristan watched helplessly as the perp tossed something into the box of VNM vapes. Every last one lit up, the purple circuit lines shining much more brightly than Tristan had ever seen them on the handful of times he’d run into the things in the wild.

There was a rapid and accelerating beeping coming from the vapes. They were all making the noise in unison, the volume reaching the point that even Daniel in the other room noticed something was going on.

Ravi walked around and yanked the perp back into his seat and was about to take a look at the box when suddenly, the entire damned load of vapes detonated. The force of the sudden discharge hopped the whole box an inch or two off the surface of the table, filling the room with a thick, billowing purple fog in moments.

Tristan’s heart hammered against his chest. He pressed his forehead up against the glass in a vain attempt to see what was going on in the interrogation room, but the thick purple haze made it difficult to see much more beyond silhouettes.

After what felt like an eternity, the haze began to thin. Not to the point that Tristan could clearly see into the room, but enough that he could make out Ravi and the perp.

Somehow, Ravi and the perp had come around to stand on the side of the table closest to the one-way mirror. Ravi was on his knees. The perp was standing up.

The younger detective was staring up at the perp. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, his irises having taken on a deep purple glow.

Ravi wasn’t the only one affected by the mega-dose. The perp was, too. His expression was lewd. His eyes were wide. His mouth was open, his tongue lolling out.

Just seeing the state both men were in was enough to make Tristan’s cock throb. It only got worse when the perp grabbed Ravi by the hair with one hand and pushed his sweatpants down his legs with the other one.

Despite himself, Tristan couldn’t help but moan at the sight. He remembered what it felt to be high on VNM and the two men in the interrogation room must have been fucked up on the stuff.

Tristan’s mouth watered as he watched the perp expose the root of a thick cock. It was huge—almost disproportionately so—and it made his hole throb and his legs wobble.

He was glad he was leaning against the mirror. His knees would have folded under him if he weren’t. Arousal pounded through his veins. His pants were tight. A small part of him was desperately envious of Ravi, wishing that he was the one in that room instead.

The perp’s fat schlong caught on the waistband of his sweatpants. He kept pulling them down, stretching the garter around the head of his cock until it slipped off. His cock sprang free, swinging up to smack Ravi across the side of the face, leaving a streak of pre-cum where it hit.

Ravi moaned, a delirious look in his eyes. His hand was between his legs, rubbing the lump in his pants with an almost desperate urgency. He kept his mouth open, his tongue out and dripping drool from the tip.

The perp saw an opening and didn’t even hesitate to take advantage. He grabbed the base of his cock, aimed it at Ravi’s mouth, and in one smooth motion, thrust his hips forward. Using his grip on Ravi’s hair for leverage, the perp didn’t stop until he’d buried every last inch of his monster cock down Ravi’s throat.

Ravi, for his part, took it surprisingly well. For a supposedly straight guy, that dick slid down his throat so smoothly. He moaned, gurgling the noise around the girth of the perp’s fat cock. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head as his nose was mashed into the perp’s wiry bush.

Tristan’s cock throbbed. In the back of his mind, he was freaking out. He should have listened to his instincts. He knew something was going to go wrong. At the same time, he was petrified. He was rooted to the spot. He couldn’t move, even if he wanted. It was as if his body was forcing him to watch the scene playing out in the interrogation chamber.

A low moan came to his lips. He couldn’t hold back this time. His hand wandered down the front of his body, feeling up his abs through his shirt before slipping past the waistband of his pants.

Tristan grabbed his shaft and tugged it a few times. He was alone. No one was watching. He’d been such a good boy all day, holding back from indulging the pulsing need between his legs, but he couldn’t resist any longer.

His eyes widened. His pupils dilated. He hadn’t even been exposed to VNM and yet he was feeling an almost sympathetic high watching the two guys in the room. He couldn’t help it.

The perp wasted no time on foreplay. He pumped his hips, holding Ravi’s head in place as he face-fucked the young detective with abandon. His hefty balls, which looked thick and heavy with a fat load, clapped Ravi repeatedly on the chin, eliciting a low moan from him.

Ravi choked and gagged as the perp reamed out his throat. His eyes watered, but he didn’t fight. He put one hand on the perp’s thigh while the other one fumbled with the button on his pants.

He fished his cock out. He was rock hard and compared to the considerable endowment the perp was sporting, his looked downright modest. He stroked himself off, gurgling out a moan as the perp assaulted his throat.

Tristan could hardly believe what he was seeing. One of the most upright cops he knew was getting skull-fucked by a scummy drug-dealer and was enjoying it. He should have been alarmed. Ashamed. But instead he was stroking his cock to the sight, bucking his hips like a bitch in heat.

The perp didn’t hold back. He rammed his dick into Ravi’s face without any hesitation. “Yeah, take it, bitch,” he growled under his breath. “Swallow that criminal cock, you pig bastard. Fuck, yeah, cop throat pussy really is the best. You’re liking that, aren’t you, you fucking whore?”

Ravi very quickly devolved from a clean-cut cop to a mess. Tears streamed down his face. Snot bubbled out of his nose. Throat slime and spit squirted out past his lips every time the perp thrusted into his gullet, but the crazed look in his glassy eyes made clear that he was having the time of his life.

A low moan gurgled out of Ravi as he pumped his hand up and down the length of his cock while the perp heaped more abuse on him. “You should be working at a brothel, you scum-sucking bitch,” the perp growled. “I wonder if the other end is as sweet as this one. Whichever lunatic told you to be a cop should be shot. I’d pay good money to ruin your pretty face like this over and over and over again, and I’m sure I’m not the only one.”

Tristan’s cock and hole throbbed needily when he saw the corners of Ravi’s mouth turn up in a little grin around the perp’s fat dong. He couldn’t believe Ravi was enjoying this. This was testament to the power of VNM. It was life-changing. Incredible. He itched for a fix.

The perp snorted at Ravi’s pathetic spluttering. “Yeah, that’s where you fucking belong, you stupid fucking pig. Take my fat fucking cock. I’m gonna blow my load, bitch. Yeah. Right down your throatpussy. You want that, officer? You want me to shoot a wad of criminal jizz down your fucking throat?”

Ravi nodded. His eyes were wide and almost pleading.

The perp chuckled and shook his head. “Fuck,” he moaned under his breath as he tightened his grip on Ravi’s hair. He picked up his pace, jackhammering his dick into Ravi’s face.

His rhythm eventually faltered. His even thrusts turned ragged. He tilted his head back and moaned, his legs visibly tensing. He slammed Ravi’s face into his crotch for one last deep thrust and groaned, “Take my fat fucking nut, you pathetic pig!”

Tristan couldn’t help but moan. Every last inch of the perp’s fat cock was buried deep in Ravi’s gullet, but those full balls were right there and he could see them pulsing as shot after shot of thick criminal cum was pumped down Ravi’s throat.

Ravi’s eyes fluttered. He gurgled a moan around the fat cock buried in his face as he arched his back and desperately fisted his own. It didn’t take long before he was spraying his own load all over the perp’s shoes.

Just then, the door to the interrogation room opened. Soren stepped in, waving the VNM haze out of his face. He cracked a grin when he saw the mess and laughed. “Oh, this is going to make for a great story in court,” he said. “The jury’s just gonna eat it up. I can see the headlines already. Deranged cop sexually assaults wrongfully detained man.”

Tristan should have been fuming, but instead, the sheer confident arrogance in Soren’s voice made his legs wobble. He wanted to fall to his knees in front of that lawyer. He wanted to fish that fat lawyer cock out and slobber all over it while apologizing for being a stupid fucking pig.

Just then, the door to the observation room rattled. Tristan’s blood ran cold. He jerked his hand out of his pants and not a moment too soon as Daniel entered shortly thereafter.

“Why the hell was this door locked?” said Daniel. He looked pleased with himself, though. “The other guy croaked. I’ve got info on half a dozen other deals. They’re all happening in the next couple of…”

Tristan couldn’t bear to look Daniel in the eye.

“What’s wrong?” said Daniel. “Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”