NC-17 for m/m. Thanx for
the loan Alliance. Much appreciated.
This is silly, I had half
an hour before I went to work, I decided to use my time wisely. Slight
kink warning, nothing too bad, I'm a wuss at heart.
Harding
opened the door to his office to admit the pesky young detective in,
once again Vecchio aka Kowalski had failed to follow procedure, well
not so much failed, but chose deliberately to ignore procedure.
Welsh knew what he'd like to do to punish him; boy did he know what he'd
like to do, but thought like those were counter productive in the precinct.
"Do
you have any excuse for what you did today?" Welsh asked the detective.
"The
only thing I can say in my defence was that I really had no idea they
had guns, if I did I would have brought more guns myself,"
"Detective,"
Welsh warned dangerously,
"Sir,
I really had no idea those mobsters would be at my favourite burger bar,"
"So
when you found out you instantly called for back up, yes?"
"No
sir, I kinda, uh, forgot my cellphone,"
"You
forgot your cellphone but you remembered your gun?"
"Yessir,"
the young detective smiled brightly.
"Kowalski
you are intolerable,"
"Yessir,
can I go now?"
"No
you most certainly cannot, I haven't even decided on a punishment yet,"
Welsh promised as he walked around the office shutting the blinds, closing
them off from the nearly dead bullpen.
"Punishment
sir?"
"Yes
Kowalski, your punishment, you know you do something wrong, I punish
you, it's happened often enough, I would have thought you would have
noticed a pattern by now."
"Oh,
punishment, right," Kowalski solemnly agreed as he undid his belt and
began to unzip his fly, pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees,
hobbled over to Welsh, who was now sitting expectantly on his chair,
and bent himself over the older mans knees, his as muscles quivering
in anticipation, "you're sure this is standard disciplinary procedure?"
"You've
been spending too long around the Mountie."
Welsh
lifted his hand and it connected with a loud crack on the young detectives
ass leaving behind a large red handprint, Welsh repeated this action
several times until he was fully aroused, he could also feel the detectives
arousal digging into his thigh as his hand once again cracked down, Ray's
ass was glowing red and Welsh could feel the heat radiating off of it,
what Welsh would like to do more than anything right now would be to
fuck that hot, tight, glowing red ass, but he had to remember where he
was. In the precinct.
Welsh
finally let the younger man to his feet, Kowalski stood there stiffly,
his erection becoming uncomfortable, Welsh felt himself pushing Stan
to his knees and then let the detective unzip his pants, he hiked up
his ass so the detective could pull them down easier. Welsh let out a
satisfied grunt as Kowalski suddenly deep throated him and continued
to give him a blow job to rival any, he didn't restrain the older man
at all, just let him thrust in and out of his mouth as his need grew,
while Kowalski got intimately reacquainted with his right hand.
Welsh
finally came into the young detectives mouth, Ray could feel the hot
cum sliding down his throat as he swallowed all of his boss' semen. Ray
himself came all over his hand in a sticky mess.
Ray
slowly got up and refastened his jeans. Welsh did the same. Welsh walked
over to him and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips,
"I've
got to work late Ray, but I'll see you when I get in ok?"
"Sure
Harding, I'll wait up for you, you know I don't like sleeping in a cold
bed," Welsh gave him another kiss of promises to come later that night.
Ray turned to walk out, but when he was at the door Welsh stopped him,
"Oh
and Ray, good work,"
"Yeah
I nailed their asses! Although I'm sure I've done lots of bad things
that you don't know about, I'm three months behind on my paperwork, I
might need punished again for that,"
"That
you do detective, tonight I'll give you an extra lesson in how to respect
your elders."
Da
END
I
did warn you it was silly