Bosco's Nights ============== By Maurice Boscorelli WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental. (c) 2000, Maurice Boscorelli. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications. Maurice "Bosco" Boscorelli -------------------------- I stood in the mirror looking at my face. My blue eyes starred back at me. Nicole was tiring me out. I was not eighteen any more. The gay shootings had unsettled me far more than I could admit to anyone. I found myself driving aimlessly after midnight. I drove past the church where those "faggots" had been shot at. Then the bar. Then the church. I found it disturbing. "They had asked for it," I kept saying. Sirens. Cruising -------- The officer approached, and asked "Sir, do you realize you are cruising this neighborhood, now why don't you move along?" I was indignant and flashed my badge, "Just can't sleep. One of those days, I grumbled." Officer Steele apologized and suggested grabbing a coffee. Sounded good to me and we parked our cars and headed to a coffee shop down the street. Steele was a member of the 5-5 also. I had never noticed him before though, different shifts. And beside, I am gods gift to mankind. Though the fact that Steele didn't recognize me bothered me. "Shootings today get to you Bosco?", Steele asked. I stared up at him, for some reason, I noticed his face, it was young, clean shaven, he had dark blue eyes, short cropped blonde hair. He was suddenly very attractive I realized. "Bosco," Steele exclaimed nudging me firmly. I shook, "Sorry, just too much today." Steele said, "Look I was actually on my way to turn in my squad -- short shift. Why don't you stay here, I will be back in fifteen and we can go hit a bar, or something." His eyes were trapping me. I did not speak, I just nodded. Sexual Addict ------------- I sat there silently. My mind whirled slowly: Nicole; the car with Cap's daughter; and countless others. I was, I supposed an addict. The more extreme my partner wanted to get, the more I wanted it. Anywhere, anytime. Outside the station house, in a car. "Yo, Bosco, what the fuck you doin," Doherty blared across the shop. I looked up, then down at my watch, Steele had abandoned me, it was now three in the morning. Doherty sat down across from me. "Just unwinding," I responded. "Nicki stand you up, pervert," Doherty said snickering. I shouted back, "Fuck you." Doherty laughed. "Go home pretty boy, and watch that swagger in this neighborhood." He then made swishing noises at me. I walked out, conscious of my stride. As I walked out, Steele walked smack into me. "Hey, paperwork, let's get out of here," Steele said. I nodded and we got into my car and he suggested heading down fifth toward the Village. As we hit Washington Square, he motioned me to pull over. We were outside a New York University dorm. "Wait here," Steele said and so I stood like a dumbfuck on Washington Square. I was glad I had put on my NYPD jacket and had a piece at my side. I put my back to the wall and noticed that Guliani's "get tough" policies were at work, Yokas would not approve with her "compassionate policing" crap. I on the other hand enjoyed watching them clean up the park. It took forever for Steele to come out of the dorm, but when he did and he had a young, very attractive woman with him. Raja ---- She was a young Indian woman, probably not more than twenty by my estimates. She held Steele's hand like he was her lover and the three of us walked down Broadway to Houston street. Steele and the young woman headed off into an ally in the direction of the Bowery. Me, I followed. They entered a boarded up door to the back of a building and I followed. Inside it was an empty warehouse like space with a small table in the middle of the space. "I am Raja," the young woman said introducing herself. "Rod, Officer Steele, says you are troubled by urges, yes?" "Whatever," I said. "Rod had that problem too, my friends and I have helped him," Raja said as if she was explaining something. I felt like I was at the fucking Police shrink. Two other, older, but equally beautiful women stepped out of the darkness, each was completely naked. One, on the left was a black goddess, the other, on the right could have been an arayan princess. Raja turned Steele towards her and got him undressed. In a few seconds, he was being pleasured by the two women. Raja held up a finger to her mouth to quiet me and so I watched Steele fuck both woman and them pleasure him completely. Then he returned to Raja's side and I noticed she spent a tremendous amount of time fiddling with something before his clothing was placed back on. "Do you seek freedom from your needs," Raja intoned towards me as if some ceremony was taking place. "Freedom from desire." "Total satisfaction" She continued and her dark brown eyes cast a spell over me. "Fuck yes, I want those women," I said. Y2K Compliant Sexual Training ----------------------------- I approached Raja slowly and saw she had a plastic ring in her hands. She pulled me close and a unique intoxicating aroma was surrounding me. I felt Rod Steele remove my clothing and she reached down and began to man handle my cock. The plastic was cool to the touch as she slid my first testicle through the ring. Then the other testicle was squeezed by. Finally she slid my powerful cock through the ring. I just stood there like an idiot though. Intoxicated by the women. Raja pushed me towards the women who threw me onto the table. They ravaged my body. Unlike Steele who had been able to pleasure the women at his leisure, they were dominating me. The black woman had strapped a dildo onto her and was fucking my mouth. The arayan princess had done likewise and had lifted my legs in the air and was fucking my ass. These women were in control of me. It was painful at first getting fucked up the ass. But, the arayan princess made it feel good as she slowly fucked me. When she reached orgasm she stopped abruptly. There was no sexual release for me. Then, the black goddess turned to fucking my ass as the princess took my mouth. The princess' orgasmic juices dripped onto my face and it felt hot. This was intense. When the goddess reached orgasm, she too stopped suddenly without allowing me to reach orgasm. They then both collapsed in exhaustion by my side. It was unusual, I felt used. But, I liked it. I loved the feeling of total humiliation. The feeling that two women had just used me for sex. Me. Boscorelli. The **stud**. I felt strangely awesome despite the weird feeling of having been fucked. I decided, I would **definitely** get Nicole to do this. She would love the naughtiness of it and the high of it. Fuck, she would do it on my porch just to drive me crazy and then she would wear me out. Raja approached and, with the two women pinning down my hands, I was helpless as she slid a plastic cage over my cock and applied a padlock, see the picture_. .. _picture Raja and Steele disappeared off into the darkness and a young man appeared. He was wearing a similar plastic cage around his cock. The two women at my side rolled off the table and disappeared. The man spoke, "Welcome to the world of Chastity, you can come here as often as you like, whether or not you will be allowed to reach orgasm, that is a separate story." He continued, "There are over thirty guys who belong to this club and there are about seventy women who rotate in and out of here." "Everyone is disease and drug free, everything is safe sex, and we have a 100% success rate at curing sexual addiction and compulsion," he said laughing slightly. "Your officer friend has been a member for two years now and has not cheated on Raja like he used to on his wife when he met her." "For now, the management will hold your key, when you meet the right man or woman, they will be given the key." "I trust we will see you again soon", he finished and walked off. My anger was palpable, but there were no heads to break, no free furniture to smash and nothing to do but find a lock cutter to get this blasted thing off my man tool. I got dressed and Steele retured, I laid into him verbally, "You fucker, you think this is some joke?" "No," he said, "it will help you, I am staying with Raja here tonight, so I leave it to you to get home safely." Heading Home ------------ Walking back to the car felt weird. I was conscious of this thing between my legs. This plastic cage. I was convinced anyone could see it. I reached the car and jumped in. I flew up the avenue towards my apartment. It was late, six in the morning, if I did not get to sleep I would be a zombie for my shift. Outside my apartment, I screetched the car into a barely legal spot and flipped my badge up onto the dashboard. Professional Courtesy. Inside my doorstep, Nicole was sitting. **FUCK** I had not gotten that blasted cage off. She woke when I opened the door and followed me up to my apartment. I tried to talk her down, but to no avail, she opened her fur coat to reveal she was completely naked underneath. My cock throbbed, but could not go anywhere inside the plastic cage. My clothing didn't last much longer. She pulled it off me barely avoiding tearing it to shreds. When my caged cock came to light she just started to giggle. "Now what the hell happened to you dear boy," she asked. "Drop it Nic, I'm getting my lock cutter, this party I was at got weird and wild." She laughed and tackled me onto the floor, she nibbled on my ear and whispered, "Leave it." She began to lick my nipples and then my groin. I felt like my cock would surely stiffen and break the cage, but the plastic jail held. "Who has the key," she asked after a torturing me for a while with pleasure that I could not release. "This weird lady in the Village where the party was," I said. "Give me the address Bosco, I'll go get the key." "No keys, no fucking this," I said pushing her off and walking to a closet to find a tool chest. Nicki headed towards the door and said, "See you in the parking lot after work tonight, and that better still be properly attached." I had the cutters in my hand at that moment and stopped. Then the phone rang. Perhaps to be continued... Write the Author ---------------- These stories are e-mail'ware, show your appreciation by dropping some feedback to the author at toplegal@yahoo.com. $$