Now it was all out of his hands. Now what would happen would happen, and he would be powerless to stop it. Powerless to stop anything.
A wiretap has finally managed to implicate crime boss Aaron Dennisov, and Officer Chris Yale is the beat cop who'll be bringing him into the station under charges of possessing a powerful and highly illegal aphrodisiac. But when a staffing problem leaves the precinct headquarters empty, Chris gets stuck guarding the holding cells until the bail hearings in the morning.
It's been a long shift, and he can't pretend he's not a bit curious what's so special about these little pills that the notorious man was willing to risk jailtime to have them in his penthouse. It won't hurt to just look at them a little, will it?
But when curiosity trumps his better judgement and the carefully laid trail of temptation by Aaron Dennisov finally gets the better of him, the imprisoned criminals find themselves with nothing standing between them and freedom but one mixed up cop who's starting to think a lot of really bad ideas sound sort of like good ones.
Before Chris knows what's happening, new feelings have drowned out the little voice that says no and long repressed urges have pushed him into the arms and at the mercy of the crime boss and his cell mates, who are more than happy to help him fill his desperate cravings ...
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, multiple partners, anal and rough group sex, adrenaline and testosterone-charged alpha male criminals, the use of potent aphrodisiacs and sexual manipulation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Rough hands took him by the arm and brought him around. The door of the cell swung open with the heavy, resounding sound of metal clunking against metal. Still in a blissful daze he stumbled to keep his feet under him as he was led into the cell.
The divisions among the inmates seemed to have dissolved. No one was cowering on the far side of the cell now. They had something much more interesting to think about, but they still showed deference. They seemed to be waiting for permission, and Aaron Dennisov, the man who had secured this prize for them, was not shy about giving it.
Maybe it was the same pair of rough hands or maybe those of one of the other men which pulled him up to kneel forward on one of the benches. His hands were still weak as he grasped its cool wooden surface and turned expectantly and submissively up at the men around him.
He could read in their eyes how they wanted him and would take him, and it was very easy to forget he should be afraid. The hard, taught, muscular bodies of the criminals and their hungry eyes swam around him without focus.
A hand came out and coarse fingers brushed over his lips. He took the index finger into his mouth and sucked on it, playing to the role they wanted from him. Some of the men laughed in approval and delight. I wouldn't mind cops if they were all like this, one said.
Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Bimbo Cop in the Jailhouse with full consent of the original author.