Author, Author pt.4

I am posting two chapters of the story today. If you haven't read Author, Author pt.3 yet, I recommend that you do.

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I angled my computer screen out of the view of the man sitting beside me in business class and clicked on the icon for Lief's web page. His naked form burst onto the screen. I had viewed that image several times in the past two days. I couldn't help myself. It incited such delicious memories.

Lief's note reminded me that the stories posted to his website were not literature but just lustful fun. He referenced a story that was inspired by his rape-ish traffic stop. I found it in the table of contents and clicked on it...

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A Dish Served Cold

Abby's finger daubed antiseptic into a cut at the corner of Sean's battered eye. They winced as one.

"Sorry, Hon." Abby squeezed more antiseptic goo onto her finger and patted it into another laceration amid Sean's bruised flesh. Her touch was feather-light, still he flinched. "I know it's tender, Sean. He beat the living shit out of you. We've got to go to the cops."

"He is a cop." Sean looked up at her through the one eye that wasn't swollen shut. "They'll just circle the wagons and protect him."

Alec gave his lover's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Worse. They'll all start harassing Sean to make sure he keeps his mouth shut. Fuckin' cops in this town all hate queers."

"Maybe," Abby shrugged, "but we gotta do something. This shit has got to be avenged. Fucking cops."

Cheryl stopped pacing in the background. "That's the right word. Avenged."

"Cheryl, Honey, don't go all 'Captain Marvel' on us. This is serious."

"Yes, Hon," Cheryl responded sarcastically, "this is serious and we need to seriously fuck this guy up."

Alec piped in, "How would we even do that. You're the only one of us has ever hit someone in the face. And that was a slap not a fist."

"But it was still awesome." Sean grimaced with pain. "The whole party cheered."

Alec agreed with an appreciative laugh. "It was fucking awesome. But how could we possibly fuck with a cop?"

"Well, for starters, I've got a stash of Special K."

Everyone stared at Cheryl in stunned silence until Abby managed to say, "What the hell are you doing with ketamine? That's a Schedule III controlled substance."

"I've got an uncle who's a veterinarian with problems of his own. Drug problems. So I lifted it. When he realizes it's gone -- and he probably already has -- he'll just figure he did it and forgot. That's the thing with K. It makes you forget."

"Almost forget," Abby mused. "The things you do while high are still in there. Somewhere. Locked away in your psyche waiting to pop out like a monster in your closet."

Sean sat up with a groan. "Interesting. So what can two irresistibly cute gay guys and a smoking hot lesbian couple -- one of whom is a nurse who regularly administers narcotics ..."

"And the other is a secret super-hero," Cheryl bragged.

"Exactly. What could such a gang of misfits do to a repressed, sociopathic closet case of a cop when armed with a supply of a date rape drug?"

Cheryl was giddy with excitement. "Fuckin-A. That is the question! Now let''s figure out the answer.

Abby shook her head, sighing in resignation. "Oh no, things are going to get kinky."

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They stalked. They spied. They schemed. Then one day Abby noticed a bumper sticker on his pickup. "He's got a Wisconsin Badger sticker on his truck. Football season starts next month. Somebody google the schedule."

Alec's thumbs tapped at his phone's screen. "The U of M Gophers play the Badgers in Madison the second game of the season."

Cheryl added, "This is die-hard Minnesota Gophers territory. There's no way he could watch the game at any bar in town."

Abby grew excited. "Not even a cop would have the balls to do that. No, he'll be watching the game at home."

Sean added, "Drinking beer."

Cheryl stopped her incessant pacing. "So how do Abby and I get our sweet young asses on that couch beside him?"

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Officer John "Mack" McAlester was returning to the couch with a fresh beer when he saw two young women climbing his porch steps. They were wearing short cut-off jeans and tight T-shirts and Mack thought his ship had finally come in. He answered their knock.

"Sorry to bother you, Sir," the blond said in a husky voice, "but we got car trouble and my dumb-ass brother won't pick us up til halftime and we was wondering if we could wait inside til then."

"Yeah." The brunette was shorter and even prettier than the blond but Mack had a thing for blonds. "We saw you had the game on through the window and figured we might watch it with you."

Mack gave them an appraising once over. They were not tweekers and whatever trouble they might be up to, he was sure he could handle it. He opened the screen door for them. "Yeah. Why not?"

"I'm Tammy," the blond said. "This is Grace."

"Well, I'm pleased to meet you. The guys on the force call me Mack." He waved for them to sit on the couch.

"The force?" Grace said. "Are you a cop?"

"Yes, I am."

Grace turned to Tammy and sneered, "Told you we'd be safe."

"Can I get you ladies a beer while you wait?"

"Damn straight." Grace smiled winsomely at Mack. "I'll go with you."

As soon as they left the room Abby pulled out the tiny vial and emptied it in Mack's beer, then sat back on the couch. Cheryl and Mack were laughing flirtatiously when they returned. Mack handed Tammy a beer.

"Sit here between us," Tammy cooed.

"Alright. If you insist." Mack's attempt at charm was really the only thing funny as he plopped down in the middle of the couch.

Grace proposed a toast, "To the Badgers!"

The girls flourished their bottles with Mack in a clanking ceremony to assure that the ketamine was stirred into his beer. Then they all took a healthy swig.

Mack was incredulously. "You two are Badgers fans?"

Grace explained, "My asshole brothers are stupid Gophers fans, so I root for whatever team they're playin against."

"Her brothers really are grade A assholes."

Mack was not about to put up a fight. "Well, whatever you're reasons I'm just happy for the camaraderie. You can't swing a cat without hitting a Gophers fan in this town."

"Mind if I close these drapes?" Grace asked. "It creeps me out thinkin' someone could be lookin' over my shoulder here on your couch."

"Go ahead, Girl. Whatever makes you comfortable."

"Well, aren't you a gentleman. I told you, Tammy, we'd find us a gentleman. Cheers!"

Bottles clinked and more beer was swigged.

Barely ten minutes had passed before Cheryl was shaking Mack awake. "C'mon, Baby. You promised you'd take us partying."

Mack roused slightly, "What?"

"C'mon. You promised."

"Alright. Alright." He shook his head gamely to clear the cobwebs. Let's go. Let's go."

It took the two of them to keep the big man upright, especially since Cheryl was also carrying a bag with clinking beer bottles. They managed to steer him to Cheryl's car by his elbows with sufficient decorum to convince a nosy neighbor they were just heading out to a bar.

"You and me can sit in the back and Cheryl can chauffeur us to the party."

"Who?"

Abby realized she had fucked up the name. "Who? Grace. I said Grace."

With that they muscled him in the back and Abby pushed in beside him. Mack immediately toppled over. Abby checked his pulse.

Cheryl drove into a deserted parking lot two blocks away where Sean's car was waiting. Alec jumped out and got into the back seat with Abby and the comatose Mack. "How'd it go?"

"Ridiculously easy," Abby said. "He practically surrendered to our womanly wiles."

Cheryl scoffed. "For a closet queen, he sure is a pushover for two young ladies."

"That's good. Sean and I were sweating bullets."

He produced zip ties and the two conspirators wrestled them on Mack's wrists behind his back. Then Sean blindfolded the inert cop saying, "And we're off."

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It was all vague to Mack. Surreal. Trippy. He was floating, like a Macy's Day Parade balloon tethered only to these two hot chicks. They guided him into a house. There were trees around and it was pretty. And a lake. They went to a room. A bedroom. Twin beds. Where did his clothes go? He's lying on his belly. Can't move. A hot chick has him sip a drink through a straw. He didn't realize he was thirsty but damn ...

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"I'm just winging it about his dosages. I've never slipped someone a Mickey before." Abby held a straw for Mack to drink ice water laced with Special K. "His vitals are okay and his pupils responsive but, other than that, I don't know."

"A Mickey for Mack. I like that, but don't stress out, Babe." Cheryl pecked her cheek. "He's obviously looking at stuff and that's what we want."

Abby was nervous, "I just gotta keep him somnolent."

"Whatever that is."

"Somnolent. Like half asleep in some, like, dream state."

Alec, naked as the day he was born, walked in. "It's time to really give him something to look at."

Cheryl wolf-whistled. "Damn! It's been a while since I've seen one but that is an impressive piece of man-meat you've got danglin' there."

He bowed slightly. "Thank you. Thank you. And now to join me in today's performance, Sean "Booty Buns" Hansen."

"Names!" Abby barked, admonishing everyone against uttering real names.

Alec dope-slapped his forehead. "Fuck. Sorry."

Abby continued, "He's Booty Buns and you're the Coxman"

Alec said, "Okay. Okay. Ladies and Gentlemen, give it up for Booty Buns."

Sean was hunched over slightly with his face flushed red hot. "Fuck, this is so weird. My johnson has a major case of stage fright. I'm afraid it might not come out and play."

"Don't be shy. Your manhood looks perfectly average to me," Cheryl teased. "He'll do fine."

"Damn, Booty Buns. I'd die to have an ass like yours," Abby chimed.

"Aw, Babe, I love your tush."

Coxman put his arms around Booty Buns and gave him a kiss while fondling his lover's cock. "I have all the faith in the world in your manhood. You are a virile adonis."

Booty Buns managed to blush even more. Looking to Abby and Cheryl he said, "I wish you two didn't have to be here. This is so fucking weird."

"Just try to ignore us," Abby said in a comforting tone. "I think it's going to be beautiful and loving, not weird."

Coxman took Booty's hand and led him to the bed opposite Mack. The cop's glazed eyes bugged and tried to focus. A whimper squeaked out of his throat. As they sat, Coxman's hand cupped Booty's head and pulled him in for a kiss. It was tender at first, then deepened. Booty moaned and his hand instinctively cradled his lover's cock. Coxman did the same. Both cocks stiffened and rose within the tender caressing. Transfixed by the scene, the cop began to hunch and grind his hips into the mattress.

Coxman buried his mouth into Booty's nape, leaving sloppy, wet kisses atop the skin. He whispered, "Let's show him some tongue action now."

The men started making out with open mouths, their tongues protruding, glistening and winnowing together in a lurid display of sensuous kissing. The cop moaned as Booty began to seriously stroke Coxman's turgid eight-inch cock. On the far side of the cop's bed, Cheryl and Abby were entranced as well.

Coxman broke the kiss. "Time for the chair."

"Oh shit, I about forgot the chair!" Cheryl scurried from the room. "The chair. I forgot the fucking chair."

Coxman gazed into Booty's eyes. "Will you suck my cock now, Baby"

"Yes. Fuck yes."

Cheryl returned lugging a naugahyde kitchen chair and placed it between the beds. The lovers uncoupled and Coxman positioned the chair to give the cop maximum view. He sat with his prodigious cock an easy arm's length from the cop's face -- that is if the cop's arm was free to reach out. Booty Buns knelt before his lover. The cop whimpered.

Then, with his fingers in Booty's hair, Coxman sat back and urged Booty to his hard dick. Coaxing wasn't really necessary. Booty paused to look lovingly at Coxman's cock, swaddling it between gentle fingers and planting a soft kiss at the top of the cockhead. The cop hunched and pressed himself into the mattress once more.

Booty Buns made a show of running his slick tongue around the pillowy flesh of the crown. Glistening saliva trickled down his tongue. Coxman's torso quaked and his breath caught in tiny gasps. The cop's breaths mimicked Coxman's and his head rose and craned toward the scene playing out inches from his eyes. Abby rushed around to the head of the bed and placed the straw between the cop's pursed lips. Without looking away from the straining cock and juicy tongue, Mack took two long pulls on the spiked elixir. Within moments, his head sank back on the pillow but his eyes remained fixed on the sensuous fellatio.

Cheryl positioned herself with an iPhone to capture the cop's gaping fascination with the blow job, cropping the frame so his restraints were not revealed.

Alec gasped, "Whose phone?"

"Yours," she said.

"Good."

Booty's lips were swaddling Coxman's sensitive crown. Coxman craned for more but Booty controlled his cock with his hands. Then, he pulled back his lips as his tongue darted and tickled the frenulum. Coxman clenched the chair as spasms of bliss shot through his body.

Cheryl looked up from her videoing and found Abby's eyes. She winked and said, "That's how you do when I play with your clit."

"I'm feeling it in my clit right now."

Booty rose off his knees enough to kiss Coxman. With one hand, he squeezed Coxman's face, forcing his lips into an impenetrable pucker. Booty then swathed Coxman's immobilized lips with his juicy tongue, teasing and toying with the delicate, sensual flesh. Coxman moaned in blissful frustration. The cop hunched at the mattress, yearning to share a deep, soulful French kiss with each of them. With a flourish of tongue, Booty released his lover's lips and buried his hungry tongue in Coxman's mouth.

Abby gave Cheryl a wink, "I think we should be taking notes, Grace."

"What I'm taking note of is the time." She responded "If we're gonna stay on schedule we gotta leave here in forty-five minutes."

Reluctantly, Coxman broke the steamy kiss and urged Booty to his feet. "Okay, Phase Two coming up."

Abby gave the cop another dose of Ketamine-laced water before handing Cheryl a pair of surgical gloves. Producing a pair for herself, the women donned the gloves with the snapping of latex.

Booty stood in profile to the cop's blurry stare, his hard shaft and plump ass on equal display. Coxman started working the puffy crown with his moist lips and tongue until it glistened before the cops eyes. Booty moaned in pleasure. The cop moaned in desire.

Alec took the length of his lover's cock in long, sloppy plunges. His hands reached around and caressed the cheeks of Booty's pliable ass. Gathering a handful of bodacious flesh, he stretched it, then released. Like jello, the delectable ass-cheek undulated.

"Damn, Booty Buns, that is one fine tush you got there," Cheryl chimed. The cop sounded his appreciation in quivering gasps.

Abby circled behind the guys and started to video the scene with fellatio in the foreground and the cop's lusty gaze behind. Coxman impaled Booty's cock down his throat and gagged as euphoric spasms jolted Booty's core. Coxman's face reddened as he endured breathlessness until, finally, he spit out the cock gasping, with a long thread of drool still attached to Booty's cock. The cop's eyes bugged hungrily.

Coxman turned Booty's's ass toward the cop. "Booty Buns, it's time to share your fine ass with the world."

Coxman resumed sucking Booty's manhood. His fingers plied the bounteous flesh of Booty's delectable tush, massaging deeply, lewdly. He pulled aside the creamy white ass revealing the tawny, flawless pucker of Booty's asshole. It seemed immaculate, virginal, alluring. It enticed the cop's ardor. His tongue reached for it, craving it. His crotch ground deeply into the bed, hunching and straining.

Coxman slobbered on the fingers of one hand and began to massage Booty's rosebud. "Ooooh, Babe," Booty gasped in delight, "I love your touch."

Coxman wet the fingertips again before massaging the hole more deeply. The cop's eyes gaped in fascination as a finger probed deeper and entered the ass.

Cheryl coated a thin chrome vibrator with lube as Abby positioned herself catch the coming scene on video. Then Cheryl spread the cop's ass. She blanched at a sight that was far from immaculate, then positioned the implement at the cop's asshole. The cop clenched and tried to turn his hips away. Cheryl pressed harder. The cop resisted more fiercely. "Get this through your head, Supercop," Cheryl warned. "This is happening so quite fighting it and just accept your fate." With that, she rammed the vibrator in.

The cop roared as his head lifted and eyes popped. Abby rushed around to catch the reaction on camera. Cheryl worked the slick probe in and out, plunging deeper each time. Abby raised the camera angle and zoomed in to capture the penetration while keeping Cheryl's hand out of frame. The cop gradually relaxed, his breath slowing, moaning softly.

"Concentrate on his face, Babe," Cheryl said. When Abby was reset, Cheryl turned on the vibrator. Electric sensations coursed through the cop's body. His face contorted in the surprise of forbidden pleasure as he impaled his crotch into the mattress in a paroxysm of bliss. He turned his eyes to Coxman's fingering of Booty as Cheryl synced up her ass-fucking with theirs. The cop's eyes gaped as murmured rapturous coos and drool trickled from his mouth.

Abby set aside the phone as she raised the straw to the cop's parched lips. "Gotta keep him hydrated."

"Got to keep Mack Mickeyed up," Cheryl laughed while continuing to ass-fuck him.

"Time for Phase Three." Coxman announced as he and Booty positioned their hard cocks inches out reach of the cop's lips. Each began to stroke the other as Abby started to video again. The drug stupor of the cop's vacant stare was replaced by a look of yearning. He strained his pleading lips forward. Coxman taunted him, pulling his stiff cock up and then letting it slap across the cop's hungry lips, only to be out of reach before the cop could react. The cop whimpered in debauched frustration. Coxman tormented him relentlessly.

Finally, Coxman leaned forward allowing the cop to grasp the crown with pursed lips. "Lick it," Coxman commanded. The cop's tongue leapt out of his mouth and lashed the tip of Coxman's crown. "Now, open wide. And careful with those teeth, Boy!" The cop did as he was told. Coxman fed him the shaft until he gagged, still he only took half of the massive member. Booty caressed the remaining hard dick with the practiced care that compensated for the cop's crude technique. Abby circled the three men to capture the event from every angle, concentrating on the cop's euphoric expressions. As Coxman's ardor rose, he began to fuck the cop's face more urgently.

Suddenly, he shouted "Get ready for the Money shot."

He pulled his engorged cock from the cop's mouth and started jacking it furiously. The cop was spellbound, his gaping eyes burning with a libertine frenzy. Then, grunting gleefully, Coxman unleashed jets of viscous cum that splattered the cop's face and dripped into his eyes.

"Are you getting this?" Coxman gasped.

"Every disgusting drop," Abby responded.

Booty gathered the cum on his fingers and slathered it on the cop's lips. The cop's hungry tongue emerged and Booty started coating it with every sticky blob he could corral. The cop would swallow and extend his eager tongue for more until only smears of splooge were left drying on the cop's face.

"Phase Four," Abby called out and everyone leapt to their final tasks. Abby mixed a potent bourbon and coke laced with the last of the ketamine. She forced a dazed Mack to suck down every last drop, saying "This will either knock him out or kill him."

Cheryl cut him free then struggled to get his increasingly inert body into his tee shirt and plaid flannel shirt. Then his shoes and socks. She then applied bourbon to his neck like cologne, rubbed it into his chest, and spritzed his shirt with a generous dose.

The guys got dressed, Sean struggling to get his still-hard cock into his pants. Alec kissed his cheek. "Sorry, Babe. I'll take care of that as soon as we get home." They then gathered up Mack's discarded jeans and underwear and took them into the bathroom. Sean held them open at the waist as Alec urinated in them before stuffing them in a garbage bag.

As Alec and Abby pulled the cop to his feet, Cheryl stripped the befouled sheets from the bed and shoved them into a separate garbage bag. She then policed the floor for every shred of zip tie, as well as the straw and cups, and crammed them in the bag with the sheets.

Sean had the back seat of Cheryl's car covered with a blanket and ready for the unconscious cop when Alec and Abby hauled him out of the lake house. It took all three of them to get him stuffed into the back seat and his arms zip-tied behind his back. Alec climbed into the backseat with the cop, while the women got up front. Sean jumped behind the wheel of his car and the conspiritors drove back to town with deliberate speed.

During the ride to town, Abby edited the video clips into a separate file making sure it contained no voices, faces, or distinguishing features of the four of them. What remained were clips of the cop's enraptured face watching a blow-job, him ogling a man's ass, the pleasure he experienced when anally penetrated by a vibrator, him greedily sucking a cock, and, finally the reward of him being facialized with prodigious amounts of semen which he hungrily devoured. All in all, a very incriminating bit of videography. Alec then opened Mack's iPhone by holding the cop's index finger to the ID pad and, attaching a USB-C cord to it, he passed it up to Abby. She then transferred the file from Alec's phone to Mack's and Phase Four was complete.

They pulled into the parking lot of the town's only gay bar slightly after midnight. It was a nondescript, concrete-block building with no signage, still everyone knew the place. On a Saturday night, the place was jouncing with loud disco music decades out of style. The two cars parked in the far corner of the lot and waited until they were sure no one was loitering outside. Then they leapt into action.

Sean and Alec cut the cop loose and roused him as much as they could, then they half-dragged, half-walked the half-naked cop him to the metal front door. Sean held it open while Alec gave him a slight push inside. As they fled back to the car, Cheryl was placing Mack's piss-soaked jeans and underwear conspicuously underneath a security light with his wallet and iPhone in the back pockets. She then scurried away.

Once in the cars, the drove to another parking lot across the street and waited. It only took a couple of minutes before they heard the sirens as the cop cars arrived. Satisfied that the job was done, the two couples sighed in relief and said good night. On the way home, the guys deposited the skanky sheets and evidence from the lake house in one dumpster. The women threw the beer bottles from Mack's house in another dumpster across town.

Gays gossip. So do cops, but in different bars. Over the next few days the remaining elements of the story emerged.

It took only seconds for every one in the gay bar to freeze at the spectacle of a man with no pants stumbling into the bar. A bartender tried to shove the drunk out the door. Instead, Mack stood reeling yet resolute and threw his arms around the bartender's neck trying to kiss him. Several men came to the rescue of the bartender but Mack was big and strong and reeking of booze. He stumbled further into the bar, collapsed in a chair and kept asking if Booty Buns was there.

Upon arriving, the cops instantly recognized their brother in blue and wrangled him out of the bar and into the back of a squad car. It only took a minute to find his pants in the parking lot. The phone and wallet went into one evidence bag. The reeking piss-drenched pants into another.

There was no mention of the incident in the police blotter on the local paper's web page. Abby discretely inquired of a friend who works in the hospital lab and none of the blood samples analyzed for the cops contained Ketamine. That meant that they just threw Mack in the drunk tank until he slept it off not realizing he'd been date raped. I mean, who would slip a cop a mickey?

The following week a story appeared on the paper's website about Mack being terminated from the force for medical reasons. No one believed that. The word around town was that he woke up ranting some "crazy gay shit" and that the police had found obscene material on his phone. No police department in the country would hire him after that. Mack vanished from town. He moved down to Florida, a cousin said, and was working construction. Other than that, the family didn't know anything more. Neither did they care.

Alec and Sean enrolled at the University Of Minnesota. It is a gay-friendly campus and presented many opportunities for Alec's enviable cock and Sean's delectable booty buns. They broke up before the semester was over but remained close friends.

Abby was admitted into the Nurse Practitioner program at the prestigious Mayo Clinic in Rochester, while Cheryl started a nursing degree at Winona State University across town. Their relationship remained solid.

The four conspirators reunited the next summer. They compared notes on the aftermath of their caper. Cheryl was typically feisty. "I'd say we fucked the guy over pretty good."

Alec agreed. "Run out of town in disgrace. I'd call that a very effective fucking over."

"Did we?" asked a skeptical Sean.

Abby was surprised at Sean's attitude. "What do you mean? Whether we obtained satisfaction is kinda your call since you were the one the asshole beat near to death. But I'd think you would be pretty happy with your revenge."

"Well, sure, his life was ruined in one way. But on the other hand, maybe we did him a favor. Wherever he is, he's probably an out-of-the-closet gay man now, so that's good."

"Sean," his former lover said, "only you could find a redemptive angle on our little tale of revenge. But whatever, you can bet your Booty Buns ass that his coming-out story is buried deep in that fucker's closet. Deeper than his gayness ever was."

The table laughed "You're right. I would bet my booty buns on that." And they clinked beer bottles in a celebratory toast. "L'chaim, motherfucker."