The previous night…..
Cops POV
I knew that tonight was going to be the night that I was going to get myself some fine Puerto Rican ass and it was a good ass. I knew that much from fondling and fingering it the way I had in that motel room about a week ago in Nevada. His ass was muscular and tight, just the way I liked it. After the raid on the clubhouse I had gone back to the station, waiting long enough to put in my report before slipping out to go back to watching my prize.
I couldn't wait for the night to come and I parked across from his home after he had left the garage at the end of the day. I had already checked out his home, when he had been in Nevada, I had broken in and checked the place out and so knew the lay out of it pretty well and was about to leave my car when I noticed him leaving the house. He was dressed in dark clothing and I knew he was up to no good. He met up with a couple of other Sons at a tanker depot and I watched from a distance as he and the other two searched for something. After a little while they seemed to find what they had been searching for and I saw the one with a scarred face grasp a lever a the back of one of the tankers and then I saw shit with what looked like plastic covered parcels flow out of the back of the tanker. It was only when I hear the Scotsman shout "Grab the guns" that I realised what they doing.
'Clever,' I thought. 'That was how they got the guns out but not clever enough,' I now had something else to blackmail Juice with. I waited until they had collected all the guns and placed them in the van before following Juice back to his place.
I waited for about half an hour after he got back to his place before I enter his home and made my way to his bedroom, I could hear him on the phone talking to someone and telling them he was going to have another shower and knew that I would not have long to go before he was mine.
He entered the room with just a towel wrapped around his waist, still unaware that I was in his home and he did not become aware of me until I slammed the door shut behind him as he reached for the clothes that had left on his bed. Whirling around he stared at me before telling me to get out of his home, he tried to push past me and I pushed back knocking backwards onto his bed. During our struggles his towel had become loose and I could see his cock beneath me and for the moment that I was distracted he twisted his hips and managed to dislodge me, scrambling off his bed in an attempt to get to the gun that I could see on his dresser but I was too fast for him and grabbed him around the waist hauling him backwards again, this time when he landed back on the bed he slammed his head against the headboard and was knocked out.
As he slumped down onto the bed, stunned and semi-conscious I swore but then as I gazed down at his naked body on the bed a thought came to mind, 'maybe I can fuck him back to consciousness.' I grabbed hold of him and flipped him over on to his stomach, spreading his legs wide so that I could kneel between his sweet thighs and his back entrance was exposed to me. I reached into the pocket of my jacket that I had discarded and pulled out a bottle of lube, pulling of the lid; I poured some onto my fingers and dribbled some down onto his ass before I inserted my fingers into his nice tight ass. After I finished lubing him up as much as I could, I grabbed my cock that was already hard and pushed it against his opening but despite the amount of lube I had used I still found it hard getting the bulbous head of my penis past into his as. Finally the sphincter muscles of his opening gave way and I was in. Juice had still not regained consciousness and as I rode him, I could feel myself getting angry, I had wanted him to feel what was happening to him, to feel me riding him without mercy but he did not.
Just as I came deep inside him I heard a moan from him and realised that he had at last regained consciousness and I wanted to see the look of horror on his face as he realised what I had just done to him so I flipped him over onto his back so that I could see his eyes. He was still pretty groggy but I could see the pain and fear in them as I leant forward to kiss him but that was the last thing I saw or felt as a blinding pain suddenly flashed through my head and I slumped forward, descending into darkness…
The following morning….
When Opie opened the door he stared in shock at the scene before him, Juice was lying curled up with his comforter around him on the floor but that was not what shocked Opie the most, it was the body that lay on Juice's bed, sheets stained with blood and already stiff with rigor mortis, the remains of a lamp lying close to it.
Opie crossed the room over to Juice who had not moved since Opie had pushed the door open and knelt down next to him. He pulled Juice up into his arms, he could see that his lover was in shock and as soon as Opie had put his arms around him, Juice started to tremble and he could see a single tear start to slide down his cheek.
"He….h…h…he's dead, issssssnt he?"
Opie holding Juice in his arms trying to comfort him told him what he already knew.
"I'm afraid so, who was he Juice?"
"He…..he was a c…c…c…cop."
"A COP!"
Juice nodded and stared down at the floor; Opie stared at the body and knew they had to get rid of it and quick. He heard Juice begin to start talking again.
"He said he was going to hurt the club if I didn't do what he wanted."
"What do you mean, what did he want Juice?"
"He wanted me t….tt…to have s…ss…sex with him," Juice stammered. "But I couldn't do it so I hit him with the lamp."
