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recall the details. Remember, police work is about the details. Without it, not amount of procedure will help you."
    "I suppose you're right."
    They left the station, travelling though the secured car park to their patrol car with a quick pace. "So it only works on blokes, hey? That thing you have, I mean…with your hood?"
    "Yeah."
    "Well, better leave the female interrogations to me, then." Bruce opened the car, climbing into the drivers' seat.
    When Casey was inside, too, he asked, "Why? Do you have a magical tongue?"     
    Bruce let out a guffaw. "Yeah, it makes women reach ecstasy with a single lick on their clit."
    "Eww, that's gross." Casey said with a heartfelt laugh and so much relief he wanted to kiss his partner and then hug him for good measure. He was sure glad he told him about his foreskin. At least now when he interrogated perps he didn't have to do it in dark alleys or dank rooms. He could take them to the patrol car, Bruce standing guard. 
    "Yeah, like sucking on a bloke's cock isn't gross." Bruce turned the ignition key, a warm smile on his lips.
    Seemed they were back to normal. A situation Casey welcomed, was relieved about to be honest. Having Bruce know about his ability sure was a weight off his mind.
    Now they could get on with the business of getting crims off the streets, starting with Randy Piper.

    Chapter Five
    Jason woke in darkness, only a crack of light above him and in the distance to know he had opened his eyelids. He was fuming. As mad as fucking hell, in fact. The bastard Randy had told him he was going to be bait for a trap and before he could protest, before he could finish cleaning up the cum splattered all over his face, he had pulled out a pistol from his desk drawer. Jason remembered how he scrambled backwards, hitting a filing cabinet. When he started to plead for his life, Randy struck him over the head with it.
    His head still throbbed dull. How long was he unconscious? Where was he? Some payment for sucking Randy off. The prick. Perhaps things would have been better if the arsehole just shot him. He dreaded to think of his fate now. He knew he was tied, suspended from somewhere, too. He couldn't feel the ground. When he tried to move his arms and legs, chains rattled. His ankles and wrists stung, probably from having to support his own weight.
    Jason sucked in deep the air. A combination of dank, sweat and cum, soaked his nostrils. Wherever he was, he was sure it was a place no one knew about. Fucking great, he'll probably spend the rest of his days hanging like this, like some worthless piece of meat. Jason's stomach turned. He hated his life. His no good, good for nothing life. He had such potential, too. All the teachers said he was a bright spark, a guy who could do anything he wanted.
    He  cursed himself in his mind. His life could have been so different, so much better than having to scratch out a living being a runner because he hadn't finished his high school diploma. He just couldn't get real work, not the kind which paid like working for Randy, anyway. He had to support his Mamma, after all.
    Jason could pin-point the exact moment in his life where things went wrong. It was in the last month of high school, a school excursion to the local museum. One of the tour guides was an adorable young man named David. All dark hair, cute face and an arse which gave him a hard on without any second thoughts. He had fallen for him, hook, line and sinker. Pity was, David didn't last long at the museum. He got involved with Randy.
    The next thing Jason knew, he had been led down the path to Randy's employ…and ultimately, into the situation he had found himself in right now. He sighed. He ruined his life for a cute guy who wasn't even interested in him. Sure, they had kissed, were going out for what it was worth, but Jason wanted more. He wanted to sink his cock deep into David's arse, make him yelp out for more, beg him to keep on fucking him over and over. Some false hope