“Faster, slave,” Rachel said, waving her hand in front of her face. “It’s hot as hell out here.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Ken picked up the pace with the large palm leaf that cooled his reclining masters under the Caribbean sun.
Parks took a sip of beer and turned to his girlfriend. “Want to go for a swim?”
Rachel nodded. “Yeah, good idea. I’m dying.” She lifted her sunglasses and addressed her husband. “Go pack up some towels and the beach blanket.” She sneered. “And change into your bikini, too, Cinderella.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Ken stowed the palm leaf and retreated into the hotel suite. Within a few minutes the provisions Rachel had ordered were packed, with Ken taking the initiative to add a bag of Doritos, a few bottles of water and suntan lotion. Once the satchel was ready, he removed his teddy and changed into the mortifying pink two-piece bikini Rachel had purchased for him in the hotel gift shop. Ken had begged his mistress not to make him wear the suit in public, but his request was vetoed. She told him there was nothing to worry about since they were thousands of miles from home — and besides, she said, it would be fun to embarrass him.
Once everything was packed, Ken trailed his wife and her lover out of the suite and onto the nearby beach, staying 30 feet behind them as ordered. He fluctuated between eyeballing Rachel’s juicy ass and watching other beachcombers ogle his attractive masters, while he did his best to block out the people who were cracking up at how ridiculous he looked in his sissy two-piece. There had been no attempt to make Ken pass as female; he was just a skinny little guy wearing a little girl’s bathing suit that was way too tight. Ken trudged after his amorous superiors as the sneers, snickers and cackles followed him like footprints in the sand.
Ken flinched when Parks suddenly screamed “you motherfucker!” and took off sprinting down the beach toward a man holding a camera with a telephoto lens. The shutterbug tried to run away but the athletic Parks quickly tackled him.
The burly cop pinned the man to the beach floor by the neck. “Who the fuck are you? Why are you taking pictures?”
Rachel came jogging up, followed by Ken, who made sure to stand several yards away from his masters.
“What’s going on, hon?” Rachel squinted. “Who is this guy?”
“Some asshole who’s been following us taking pictures.” Parks looked around to ensure nobody was watching and then slapped the shit out of his prisoner. “Who the fuck are you, motherfucker? Tell me now, or I’m gonna put my fist down your fucking throat. Why are you taking pictures of us?”
“Man, I’m just an amateur photographer. I don’t–”
SLLLLAPPP!!!
“Don’t bullshit me, motherfucker. Why are you taking our goddamn picture?”
“Okay, okay, someone paid me to do it,” the guy gagged with Parks’ hand on his neck.
“Who?”
“I… I don’t know. Some dude just dropped off the money.”
“Bull fucking shit.” Parks gave the punk another slap. “Tell me who paid you if you don’t want that goddamn camera shoved up your ass right now.” He popped him again.
“Fuck, alright, it was Al Chase, the lawyer,” the man croaked. “Screw this shit; that asshole just paid me to take pictures — I’m not getting my ass beat for him. Can I get up, please?”
“No, motherfucker, not until you tell me why he paid you to take our goddamn pictures!”
“Sir, I swear, I… I don’t know.” The man begged Parks with his eyes. “I swear. He just said he wanted me to take pictures of the three of you together.”
Parks reared back as if to strike the guy again, but paused. He sighed… contemplated the ocean for a moment — and then bitch-slapped the slimy lawyer’s spy into oblivion. The cop then yanked the camera from its strap around the man’s neck, stormed to a nearby paved path and smashed the whole contraption to smithereens on the concrete, telephoto lens and all.
Leaving the man lying in the sand moaning and holding his swollen face, Parks grabbed his girlfriend and marched toward the hotel with Ken scurrying to keep up.
When they returned to their room, Parks immediately phoned his longtime partner, Officer Ji-Ho Yung. “Hey, brother, what’s happening? Listen, I just caught this asshole following me and taking pictures down here in St. Thomas, and he says that piece of shit lawyer Chase paid him to do it. I don’t know what the fuck’s going on, but I’m gonna need you to–” There was a pause. “What? Oh, wow, seriously? Shit. Well, all right. Yeah. Gotcha, brother. Bye.”
Rachel cocked her head. “What’s going on, babe?”
“I have no fucking idea. Yung says he can’t talk to me right now but he can’t say why. He says I’ll find out from the captain when my suspension is over, but he’s not allowed to talk about it. That sounds like a fucking IA investigation to me. What the fuck are they investigating me for? Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Do you think that guy taking pictures has anything to do with that?” Rachel touched her lover’s shoulder.
Parks shrugged. “I don’t know. IA’s looking at me for something, that much I know — I could tell it in Yung’s voice. There’s no other possible reason for him to say he couldn’t talk to me. Whether that has anything to do with that piece of shit lawyer paying someone to follow us, I… I don’t know. It just seems too fucking weird to be a coincidence. Let me see if any of my peeps can shake something loose. Excuse me, babe.”
As Parks walked onto the balcony composing a text, Rachel snapped her fingers in Ken’s direction. “Call Room Service and order me a shrimp salad.” She called out to the balcony: “Honey, I’m ordering room service. You want anything?”
“Yeah, mushroom burger,” Parks hollered before returning to his phone.
Ken blinked. “Um, is it okay if I order myself something, Mistress?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Rachel’s attention was focused on her massive boyfriend, who circled the balcony staring into his cellphone with a furrow in his brow.
Parks kept his head in his phone until after sundown, although when he finally set it aside, he had only dug up a few tidbits of information.
“Chumley says IA is for sure looking at me for something, but he said everything’s on lockdown. He said the fucking feds might even be involved. He thinks it’s something big because the chief keeps calling for updates. And Devo says that cocksucker Chase probably has something to do with this, too, because the department has him under investigation, although he said he doesn’t know what it’s about. Man, what the FUCK!”
Rachel walked over to her lover and rubbed his neck. “I’m sorry, honey. What do you think this is?”
“Fuck if I know.” Parks huffed. “I haven’t done anything, so I have no idea what IA’s looking for. And I’d like to know how long that dickhead has been following us around. Why the fuck would Chase pay someone to follow us now, anyway? The trial’s already over. None of this makes any fucking sense.”
Ken raised his hand. “Um, Master?”
“What?”
“Um, do you think they’re investigating you because you helped get me out of jail?”
Parks huffed. “Man, I don’t fucking know. Maybe. That seems kinda chicken-shit, though. And I didn’t really do anything other than ask Zachary; all the paperwork’s got his name on it. Nah, that ain’t it. Chumley said this looks like it’s huge. Why would the chief be calling every day to check up on an IA investigation about me getting you out of jail? Fuck. I can’t figure this shit out — what would be the point of taking pictures of us now?”
Rachel played with her lover’s fingers. “Maybe blackmail?”
The cop stared out the window. “Chryst, I don’t know, maybe.” He punched his palm. “Mo-ther FUCK. Well, I guess the rest of this vacation’s fucked.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” Rachel kissed her beau’s ears, head, neck, shoulders and back. “There’s nothing we can do about any of this right now, baby. And we’re already down here — we might as well try to enjoy these last three days. You can deal with this shit when we get back, but right now… try to forget about it and have a good time. Okay?”
Parks nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. Worrying about it won’t do any good. But, goddamn it, this shit pisses me off.” He glared at Ken. “You! Get your sissy ass over here.”
Ken rushed to his master and stood at attention with his hands folded in front of him.
“Um, yes, Master?”
“I’m pissed off, Cinderella.” Parks frowned. “You know that?”
“Um, yes, Master, I can tell. I’m sorry, Master.”
“Yeah, me, too. Like Rachel says, there’s nothing I can do about Chase, or any of this IA bullshit until I get back. But you know what I can do?”
“Uh, no, Master?”
“Well, I can get out some frustrations. That’s what.” Parks fixed Ken a steely gaze. “You think you can help me with that?”
Ken gulped. “Y-y-y-es, Master.”
“Go get my belt.”
His heart thumping, Ken rushed to the closet and retrieved the thick leather implement. He passed it to his master with a shaky hand.
“Get undressed and show me that ass.” Parks rose to his feet, slapping the belt against the palm of his hand.
Ken was bent over in preparation for his beating, so he didn’t see his wife mouth the words “not too hard” to her lover. The poor sissy took a serious ass-whipping and bawled his little eyes out, but he had no idea how much worse it could’ve been had his wife not implored the frustrated cop to go easy on him.
After 30 strokes, Parks handed Ken his belt. “That helped,” he said. “But, you know what?”
“N-no, Master,” Ken sobbed, his ass on fire.
“I think I want you to suck my dick right now. Is that okay with you, Cindy-Poo?”
“Yes, Master.” Ken sighed. It wasn’t his favorite chore, but after a few weeks of oral service, he was used to it.
Rachel kissed her boyfriend’s ear. “I’m glad you’re trying to forget all that crap. This is our time, babe.”
“Yes, it is. I love you, baby.” Parks sneered down at Ken. “Nice and slow, now, sissy. Try to relax me. Okay?”
With his master’s cock in his mouth, Ken nodded and continued bobbing.
“To Serve and Protect,” Chapter 12
by c.w. cobblestone
Parks strode into the Coolidge home with his forehead in a knot.
Ken had just finished a shift at the coffee shop and hadn’t changed out of his Bean Machine uniform. He shivered as the alpha dog’s presence filled the room. Rachel adjusted her position on the couch, leaning away from Ken and subconsciously signaling to her lover that she preferred him.
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