Lethal Sex

The investigating officer introduced himself as Arthur McDougal. He was a robust, impressive man. He was polite but firm.

“Where did you meet Robert?” As planned I answered it was in the zoo. “And where in the zoo?” I should have foreseen this question, but I hadn’t. I hesitated. “Was it in the snake house?” I nodded. “Were they feeding the snakes at that time?” I nodded again. “Did Robert enjoy seeing the mouse being squeezed to death?” I nodded. “And you, did you enjoy the agony of the mouse?”

I looked up at him and saw one of his hands going under his desk. You don’t have to be clairvoyant to know what that was for! The bastard had a hard-on. He enjoyed this interview, he enjoyed hearing the gory details of the case, and he enjoyed torturing me!

Not waiting for my answer, he continued: “Was Robert rough with you?” He looked me straight in the eyes, and I couldn’t avoid answering him.

“Yes, just a little.” Arthur waited for me to continue, but I didn’t know what to say more.

“Was he playing snake and mouse with you?” I could have slapped him in his face. I looked at him defiantly and told him to mind his own business. He seemed to like me to be combative.

“Calm down, my friend, I know it is difficult to face all these questions, but I have to ask them. Please help us to solve this crime as quickly as possible.” I nodded.

“Did you encourage him to be rough with you?” Now I became very, very uncomfortable. Of course, in a way I had encouraged Robert. I hadn’t pushed him away when he had pulled me so close to his chest that I nearly fainted. I had even whispered to Robert: “Squeeze me hard, my python” but that, of course, would never come over my lips! I mumbled a non-committal “Yes, a little”. 

“Don’t be ashamed, my friend, many people like their partner to be a little rough.” His hand was still under the desk and I saw it moving. He was obviously stroking himself.

“If you don’t mind I would like to have a look at your neck.” Arthur stood up and now I could clearly see that he had a hardon. He walked towards me and gently put one of his hands on my head and bent it to the left and then to the right. The touch of his hand made me shiver. “Hmm … looks like strangulation marks to me. We better have an expert look at that.”

He sat at the corner of his desk and in a soft, gentle voice he asked “Did he try to strangle you?” I felt becoming red and I knew that my body language was giving me away. “It was just a game” I answered. 

When I gave him Robert’s address, I burst out in tears. I felt like a traitor. I had betrayed the man who had given me the most exquisite sexual experience. Within an hour or two he would be in prison, just because I had betrayed him. Arthur came over to me, pulled my head towards him and I cried on his shoulder as if I were a child.

When I had calmed down, he thanked me for coming by, shook my hands and gave me his business card. “If there is anything else you want to tell me to help the investigation along, please give me a call, day or night”. He put his hand on my shoulder and it lingered there much longer than was needed. 

The interview had made me extremely uneasy. I hated Arthur for prying in my personal life and enjoying it so much that he had gotten a hard-on. But on the other hand, he had been kind and understanding. Moreover, the guy was so extraordinary handsome: he was tall, with blond curly hair, cut close to his skull, just my type. Quite young too, at least for an officer; around 25 I guessed. And I loved his smile, his strong facial features and for sure, under that uniform was a trained, muscular body. Under different circumstances I would have loved to know him better!

After all that had passed, I was too sacred to cruise for a trick. Now and then I jacked off, dreaming about Arthur. One by one I would take his clothes off, little by little discovering his beautiful body, discovering his most erogenous zones. He would put me on my back, fold my legs over my head and pierce me deeper than any man before. 

One evening, I took his business card out of my wallet. Touching something that had belonged to Arthur immediately gave me a hardon and I was already dreaming being in his arms. Should I give him a call? Give him a chance to meet with me privately? What could I tell him “to help the investigation along”? When I looked more closely at his card, I saw that he hadn’t given me his business card but his private card. Just a mistake? Quite unlikely! It now was crystal clear to me: Arthur wanted me to call him at home. He loved me: hadn’t he had gotten a hard-on, right in front of me? No, definitely it was not a mistake: he had given me his personal card on purpose.

It must have been around ten at night when I called him. Arthur took the phone, and I was so nervous that I hardly knew what to say. Arthur immediately recognized my voice and asked me to come over as soon as possible to his house, “to help resolve the case”. “You have my home address, don’t you” he asked and now I was for sure that he had given me his personal card on purpose. 

When I rang his doorbell, I all of a sudden became scared. There was nothing I could add to the testimony, and I had not even prepared a good lie. Arthur opened the door and let me in. He served me a drink, sat down on the sofa, next to me, and put his arms around my shoulder. “You must have been scared to death when you learned that Robert had killed someone” he said. He looked me in the eyes and pulled me a little closer to him.

Close up and in civilian clothes, Arthur was even more handsome than I had imagined, and I liked the way he treated me. I moved a little closer to him and I felt his hand on my thigh. My dick told me that I liked his touch. “You were quite rough with me the other day” I said. Arthur moved further towards me. “Yes” he said, “But I had to; it’s my job to be rough with people”. 

I don’t know what got into me but I blurted out defiantly: “And you got a hardon when I told you what happened” Arthur looked me straight in the eyes, and sighed: “From the moment you walked into my office I loved you. It was not the story that excited me: it was you!” He pulled my head towards him and kissed me. My whole body started to vibrate. I returned his kiss and felt his tongue lingering in my mouth. He squeezed me to his chest and I felt in heaven.

When we were in bed, Arthur became a little more aggressive. He wanted to dominate me but I wouldn’t let him, at least not without a fight. We struggled but I was no match for him. He kept me under close control, bending his arm around my neck. Every time I struggled to get free, I felt his arm squeezing my neck tighter. I was gasping for air. 

His dick was fighting his way into my ass. His dick was wet with precum and slid in almost automatically. His mouth was covering mine, and I could only breeze though my nose. I was completely under his control and with every movement I felt his stronghold around my neck. It excited me beyond imagination. Every time he banged his long slender dick inside me, he strangled me a little harder, releasing his grip just a little shortly before I would faint. No one, not even Robert had excited me so much. I was about to faint when I felt my dick exploding and hot cum erupting. Arthur’s dick was throbbing inside me, firing hot shot of rich cum deep into my body. 

Arthur didn’t release his grip. On the contrary he tightened it even a little more. I was frantically fighting to get free, to get some air. I opened my eyes and they begged him to release me. All I saw was this triumphant look in his face telling me that he would squeeze all the air out of me. With all my might I struggled but Arthur was too strong, too determined. Little by little his face changed into Robert’s. I had no force left to free me. My body became limp and I fainted. I knew that I was dying, that I had died. I passed through a long slimy tunnel, little by little being pushed down this snake like tunnel. When I reached heaven, I was surrounded by white mice.

I woke up, bathing in sweat, my heart pounding. I laid, fully dressed on the couch in my own living room, Arthur’s card still clenched in my right hand. Had it just been a dream? I looked at his card and it did indeed showed Arthur’s private address. Totally confused I fell asleep.