Brockville -- Chapter 24: Derek's House

“No, please, I’m not supposed to be here!” I cried as the Chief unfastened my shackles and grabbed me with his meaty hands. The Chief ignored my pleas, probably used to littles crying and begging for mercy. The two other officers stepped forward, rubbing my thin arms, anxiously awaiting their chance to fuck me.

“Whoa, whoa!” came a voice I never thought I’d be glad to hear. Derek came bounding forward, stepping between the Chief and I. “This one’s mine,” Derek said, placing a huge hand on my shoulder.

“What’s he doing here, Derek?” the Chief asked.

“I had to take a quick piss,” Derek said, “I found him broken into my house… you believe that? I figured that I better punish him personally.”

“Oh, I see,” The Chief said, smiling. “Lucky break for you. This one’s pretty cute! I bet you enjoyed teaching him a lesson.”