I want to thank faithful reader Noel for helping me work through a serious writer's and making suggestions for this episode of this story. Thanks, Noel, I appreciate it.
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From Part 4
The police officers looked at each other and then at the waiter. He was a handsome young man. Dark colouring, tufts of hair peeking above his t-shirt collar, bright toothy smile. At the same time they declared, "You're on!"
"Meet me near the washrooms in two minutes."
Sam and Hans grinned at each other and the former said, "What have we gotten ourselves into?"
"I don't know, but if I can get a second cock up my ass tonight I'm all for it."
They made their way toward the washrooms, before reaching them the waiter beckoned them into a small storage room. One of the bartenders was already there. The waiter locked the door and announced, "God, I love fucking older men. Strip!"
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Part 5
"No!" yelled the bartender.
"No? We don't want them naked?" responded the waiter.
"D'uh. Of course we want them naked but let's have some fun doing it." The bartender walked up to the cops and rubbed his hands across their heads. "With these haircuts these guys are either military or cops," he looked at them quizzically.
"Cops," Sam and Hans said simultaneously.
"Cops. So let's have some fun," he walked away then turned back. "So, macho policemen, we want to see you two make out together. Kissing. Caressing. The whole nine yards. Take off each other's shirts as you make out and drop the pants to the floor. Go!" If the bartender expected hesitation in his two patsies he was disappointed.
"Time to give the punters what they paid for," said Hans as he leaned in and gave Sam a quick peck on the lips.
Sam looked at Hans quizzically before following suit.
"Hey, none of that crap. I want to see open mouths and tongue action."
Sam grabbed the back of Hans' head, pulled him forward and jammed his tongue in his colleague's mouth. They tongue wrestled as they kissed, allowing their hands to wander sensuously over each other's bodies.
Hans quickly learned, as had Ten-J earlier, the sensitivity of Sam's nipples by tweaking them. He lowered his head to allow for tongue and teeth action on those responsive little nubs. Sam groaned in pain/pleasure.
"Hot!" declared the waiter, "these guys are really getting into it, aren't they?"
"Seems we got a couple of live ones tonight," responded the bartender as he moved closer and mashed Hans' face onto Sam's nipple.
It wasn't long before the officers were loosening each other's belts and dropping pants to the floor as ordered. They took turns sucking on the rigid cocks revealed, but were allowed that pleasure for only a moment.
The two bar staff stood before the two cops scowling down on them. "Too bad these guys aren't in uniform then they'd have handcuffs we could use," said the waiter
"Yeah, that would be great."
Hans broke off his sucking and said, "Check the pocket of my jacket. The blue jacket. Left pocket."
The waiter pulled out three or four plastic things. "What the hell are these things?"
Hans explained, "Restraints. They are used in place of the old metal cuffs. Harder to get out of and easier to carry around."
"Okay, let's give them a try. Stand up. Turn around. Hands behind your backs." With the two officers in position the young men slid the restraints onto their wrists.
"Not too tight," warned Sam, "or you'll cut off the circulation."
With the officers' hands secured, the bartender demanded, "Okay, now, you guys are going to suck our cocks. But first you have to get them out of our pants. Using your mouths. And only your mouths."
The officers shuffled up to the younger men on their bare knees and went to work on opening their pants. Sam had the harder task as the waiter was wearing a belt. He tugged at the belt and was finally able to open it. Hans was already slurping on the bartender's cock. A few quick yanks on the button and zipper freed Sam's reward.
Once the cocks were free they were rammed into the cops' mouths. There was no subtlety or romance in this. The two younger men were very turned on and very much into dominating the older men. They plunged in as deeply as they could, pulled back completely and then rammed in again. Repeatedly.
Sam and Hans took what they were given, enjoying the feeling of having no control at all in the situation.
With their excitement building the younger men stopped the action and ordered their 'victims' to lie on their backs. It was not easy to get into that position, and that position was quite painful. Sam and Hans tried to manoeuvre themselves into a semi-comfortable position but didn't have the opportunity before their ankles were grabbed and they were folded in double.
Again, without ceremony, the younger men drove their cocks into the older. This time up their asses. Both officers groaned in pain at the dry entry but soon moaned in pleasure as the rigid cocks spread their holes.
"Christ, these guys are really into it," proclaimed the waiter as he repeatedly speared Sam's eager hole. He dug into his pocket for his cell and dialled a number as he fucked, "Yeah, its me. Grab Mos and head to the storeroom. ... Oh, yeah we have a couple of horny bastards ready for the fucking."
The bartender laughed then called, "Switch." In a practiced move, the two bar staff pulled out with audible 'plops', shuffled over and rammed their cocks back into the policemen before them.
Moments later the door opened and two more young bar staff entered, already opening their pants and tugging out stiff cocks. They positioned themselves next to the officers' mouths and shoved in. "Where did you find these two?"
"Upstairs talking about needing cock. Didn't need much persuasion. Hell, no persuasion at all. Fucking cum dumps. Both of them."
"Sucks good but I want some ass. Move over," said the newcomer as he withdrew from Sam's mouth and scrambled down to his ass.
The bartender grumbled at having to vacate Sam's ass but plowing his slime-covered cock into Sam's mouth compensated him for that inconvenience. The waiter and the other newcomer switched orifices on Hans.
And the mini-orgy continued as the young men rotated at the four holes available in turn until the bartender glanced at his watch and growled, "Fuck, we got to get back." All four fuckers increased their pace of pounding and shot thick loads into their target holes.
After all four blew their spunk, the waiter demanded, "Okay, you guys need to clean our cocks so we can go back to work."
The cleaning hardened all four cocks but the young men zipped up and left the room rather than take further advantage of the two older men. Nor did they make an effort to relieve the hard dripping cocks of the officers. They simply turned off the lights, closed and locked the door leaving the restrained men on the floor. A faint light from a dirty window illuminated the scene.
"Guess when you work for tips you leave like that," joked Sam.
"Guess so," replied Hans, "So what do we do with these?" He nodded at his own hard cock.
"Suffer in stoic silence?" suggested Sam humorously.
"Or find ourselves a gang bang somewhere?" laughed Hans.
"There is a bar filled with men out there," Sam said, only half joking.
"Hell, let's go to the station locker room and let everyone use us for the night."
"Personally, I am too close to retirement with full pension for that. So I guess two power bottoms like us have no choice but to go home and fuck our wives a few times. But I have a question first."
Hans waited.
"Before we started you said 'Time to give the punters what they paid for.'"
"Yeah, what about it?"
