Title: Pre-Sandburg Ellison

Author: Roy's Lady 51

royslady51@yahoo.com

Fandom: The Sentinel (Sort of)

Rating: NC-17

Archive: Yes

Summary: Ever wonder exactly what Ellison was like Pre-Sandburg?

Warning 1: LOOK OUT!

Warning 2: Jim is KINKY!

Disclaimer: I haven't made no dough on it, nor any money, either. However, if you think you want to stand up in court, in PUBLIC, and be told THERE that S.S.I., Food stamps, AND Medicaid are all federal programs of which the benefits are Non-Transferable, and thereby make a total ass out of not only yourself but your legal department, AND the board of directors... be my guest. This is something I'd LOVE to get to watch! (I'm equally certain that any cops in or near the courtroom would be equally entertained!)




Pre-Sandburg Ellison
By Roy's Lady 51

It was a cold rainy spring night and I was caught in it. My house was on a rural road several miles from the basketball gym. Didn't expect it would rain this hard or I would have asked one of the guys for a ride. In the distance, I saw bright lights and flashing blue police signal. The car pulled up next to me and a person said "git in". It was Detective Ellison; the meanest and self proclaimed toughest guy in Cascade, Washington. I can attest to the mean part, as he would frequently beat the daylights out of criminal suspects in broad daylight. He carried a large, long, thick, black belt made from the rubber part of a generator rotor. Detective Ellison didn't care what anybody said about his tactics, especially the Civil Liberties Union. He would offer criminals caught in the act, for petty stuff like stealing or shoplifting, the option of taking as beating with his black belt or jail (in which case the suspect could get the belt anyway and the Detective would make that quite clear). Many people opted for the belt. When a bar room brawl was taking place it would stop immediately when the Detective entered. Almost everyone knew the consequences of crossing Detective Ellison. He ruled Cascade with an iron fist. Crime was very low. Nothing happened without his ok. Bad credit, no problem. If you were on the good side of the Detective, you could get anything on credit. Cascade is about 50% black and 50% white and they all feared the Detective. Nevertheless, they also loved him because he kept the crime rate low.

I got in the Detective's car as he had asked. I had never seen him up close before but he was the epitome of the stereotypical macho-military Detective being about 6'2" and 280 pounds and at 30 years, old could wrestle cattle as well as people. I guess his size had something to do with everybody calling him "Big Daddy". Even the senior citizens called that and he loved it. I marveled at how dark his hair was. A completely black mass of hair covered his head. It was so white it almost glowed in the dark.

"Where are you going?" he said.

"Home".

"What's your name".

"Karl".

"Karl, I'm Detective Ellison".

"I know. Everybody knows you".

"Don't be scared, some of that stuff you hear about me is not true except for the mean and tough part. If you haven't done anything wrong, there is no need to be scared. Where do you live?"

"Just down the road".

"What are you doing out on a night like this?"

"Playing ball with some of the guys from the team".

"Well we are looking for someone who dared to escape from my jail. I'm going to whip his ass when we catch him. He could be dangerous. I'll take you home. Your parents home?"

"No. They are away 'til tomorrow morning".

"They left you home alone?"

"Detective, sir I am 18 and going away to college next year by myself. I guess this is good practice".

"You don't look a day over 15". I guess that because I haven't filled out yet. At 6' and 150 lbs I still have some weight to put on"

"You weight 150 lb.?"

"Well not really. Would you believe 140?"

"Now that sounds more like it" said the fat Detective. "Is that your house over there?"

"Yes" I said concluding our conversation.

As we entered the door, he said "You are soaking wet let me help you out of those clothes and make sure the place is safe before I leave. That guy is still on the loose". We went into my bedroom and I started to remove my clothes. He helped. He looked thru my dresser to find a pair of gym shorts.

"Here put these on," he said. He then found a towel and dried my head, wiping my ears, and generally drying me off all over. After I was dry, we move over to the couch. He sat next to me. The attention I was getting from this guy was making my soft 10-inch dick harden. He then got a call from one of his deputies saying that the escape criminal had been caught but he still kept asking if I would be ok alone. I told him he could stay awhile if he had the time. He now had me pressed against one end of the couch with his arm around me as we continued to talk. He noticed my dick was now stretching my shorts. "Getting excited I see. That's ok kids your age are easily excited". He then started massaging my dick through my shorts. It immediately became completely erect. This whole scene was making me nervous. I couldn't say no and was very excited by what he was doing but didn't know what he had in mind. I found out quickly as the Detective dropped to his knees in front of me while I sat on the couch and pulled down my shorts. "Damn. That damn thing must be at least 10 inches long." He said as he began to lick the head of my dick and suck it slowly. I had been sucked before but not by a Detective. He went up and down on my dick alternately licking and sucking. He started to deep throat my dick and I shot a load of cum which he greedily swallowed moaning as he did so.

"I have never sucked a black dick," he said. "Always wanted to do that. I have never seen a dick so big. Karl have you ever been sucked by a guy?"

"Sure. The white guy who owns the store on highway 15 sometimes sucks me, and some of the guys from the team. There is a rumor that the basketball coach sucks one of the players on team. That guy is a terrible basketball player but gets lots of playing time. One of the guys said they actually saw the coach sucking Tim in his car one night after a game. Somebody else said they saw the coach taking it up the ass from Tim in the coach's office real late one night after practice".

"Well" Ellison said, "As I told you I have never sucked a black cock but had lots of white meat down my throat. I love to swallow cum. However, I don't do anything in the City. That might ruin my reputation. Nobody would be afraid of me if word got out that I sucked dick like your basketball coach. I do almost all of my fucking and sucking at police conventions".

"Policemen like to suck?" I asked.

"Sure what do you think hundreds of guys do, who meet in the middle of nowhere for a week with nothing to do? There is lots of horse play that frequently turns to fucking and sucking".

"I assume you do the fucking and mostly get sucked?"

"I give as much as I get. I love to get fucked as much as I love fucking. But because of my tough guy reputation many police officers think I am butch and drop their pants for a good fucking. That's ok by me. One of the more interesting conventions had five guys from a small town in Ohio, the police chief and four officers. I was naked on my stomach on the bed in the chief's room as the chief sat in front of me while I sucked his dick. One of his men came in and saw what was going on and pushed his dick up my ass. It felt great. I continued to suck the chief as one by one his men spread my legs and plowed my asshole. The chief finally sent a nice load of cum down my throat. By that time, his men were ready for seconds. They rolled me over, spread my legs, and gave me lots of good fucking, filling my ass so much that cum dripped out. The chief finally got another hard on and took his turn ramming his dick up my ass. The conventions usually conclude with an orgy in somebody's room. Up to a dozen or more police take turns sucking and fucking each other. I don't usually get fucked as much as I'd like at these orgies but I blow a lot of loads down their throats and up their asses. Friday nights are great. There is even some mild B and D".

"What's B and D?" I wondered.

"That's bondage and discipline".

He explained what that was and said let me show you. He said for me to whip him with his belt (not the black one in his car but the one that held up his pants). He told me not to worry that he really wanted it and I couldn't hurt him. I undid his belt. He got down on the floor on his hand and knees as I began to spank him with his own belt. "Stop, that hurts" he cried. I continued as he told me he would beg for mercy, which meant I should whip him even harder.

I was supposed to say something but had not gotten the hang of this role playing stuff yet. I just continued to whip is ass. He rolled his body over. I could see he had a hard on. I continued to whip him.

He started to moan and said, "I'm cumming". He blew his load in his pants. He got up and went to the bathroom. I followed and helped him clean his cock and clean some of the cum from his shorts. "I always wanted to get whipped by a black man. While I'm whipping some of the prisoners I get a hard on and wish that they would sometimes return the favor. However, I can't get involved in this county. Come over to my place next week. I want that big black dick up my ass. Ever fuck a guy?"

"No".

"Don't be nervous I'll explain what you should do".

The Detective came by my house the next day and said "read this before you come over". It was a book about a black guy raping a white police officer. The Detective had written some stuff in the book that he wanted me to do. One of the things written throughout the book was "don't forget to use grease".

The next week I went to the Detective's house at nightfall. I was hoping he would not be home. I was extremely nervous. I rang the doorbell. He showed. Damn I thought he's home. He looked extremely appealing, wearing his dress uniform with boots so shiny I could see the nightlights reflecting form them. All his medals and commendations decorated his uniform which was neatly pressed. The creases showed clearly. The new hat he was wearing was round with a tassel hanging from it. It finally dawned on me that he had dressed up for me.

"Come in. Let me show you around". As he showed me around I wondered how someone on a Detective salary could afford such a large house until I remembered the rumors of him taking payoffs from people who wanted to run secret gambling and prostitution rings. We finally reached the bedroom where I was supposed to whip him with the belt that he usually reserved for others. On cue I grabbed his arm, twisted it and wrestled him to the ground. He fell down quite easily. I could never wrestle someone his size to the ground without their cooperation.

"What are you doing. Stop you're hurting my arm" he said as I held him on the floor twisting his arm.

"Shut up" I said. "You think you are so mean and bad. I'm going to show you just who's bad around here".

"Let me up or you going to be in trouble".

"Not a chance. Not until I whip you ass like you whipped so many people who didn't deserve it".

"Please let me up".

"No". I reached for is famous belt, for his arm and proceed to whip him as hard as I could. The belt as it struck his ass made a load whacking sound. "Stop. Please stop" he said.

"I'll stop if you do whatever I say." was my reply.

"Anything. Just tell me what to do. I'll do anything". With that I turned the big white man over, sat on his chest, unzipped my pants and inserted my cock in his mouth.

"Suck it".

"Please don't make me suck your cock".

"Suck or I whip your ass". He opened his mouth and started to suck. He was deliberately bad.

"You must like me whipping your ass with my belt. Suck my dick right or I whip you some more".

"No please don't whip me anymore".

"Then suck me right". He started sucking again. Again being deliberately bad. "I see you want the belt again". I pick up the belt and started to whip him as he lay on his back.

"No stop. I'll suck you right".

"You had your chance".

"No please stop give me another chance". I looked down and the Detective had such a stern hard on that it stood up almost straight even, though he still was fully dressed. I hoped he wouldn't cum as I just now started to like what I was doing. A young black guy whipping a Detective. What irony. I started to really get into the swing of things.

"Listen white boy. I'm going to get naked and I want you to suck my dick right or else".

"Yes sir". I undressed sat on his bed and watched as he crawled up between my legs and started to suck. This time he was good. He licked and sucked my dick with so much enthusiasm! I couldn't hold back. I blew as massive load that made him gag as he tried to swallow it. He spilled some. "Was that ok sir?" he said looking up at me puppy dog like.

"I'm not thru with you yet". I went to the bathroom to get clean.

When I returned he was lying on the floor still in floor shiny new uniform rubbing his dick. "Did I tell you to do that? Look's like you want the belt again".

"No please. Don't". I grabbed the belt and starting to swing it with gusto. He kept begging me to stop.

After a long time, I said, "Okay, get up lean over that chair and drop your pants".

"What are you going to do?"

"Just shut up and drop your pants". I grabbed the grease from the stand next to the bed and lubricated my dick and his ass.

"No stop I can't possibly take a 10 inch black dick".

"Want the belt again?"

"No please I don't want that". Here he departed somewhat from the script in that he spread is own ass cheeks to receive my dick. This betrayed the fact that he wanted it so badly that he couldn't wait. I penetrated slowly at first. "No it's too big. Please stop". I continued moving in and out of his ass. With each thrust sinking my dick farther into is nice firm ass. I had about 9 inches in when he started to moan in ecstasy. We were both too hot to continue acting. "Yes give me that big black dick," he said.

"Relax I'm going to give you the final inch".

"Give it to me." With that I thrust wildly and blew another load of cum. We went to the bathroom and got cleaned up.

As we sat on his couch in the living room engaging in small talk, I said "Detective can I ask you a favor".

"Sure anything".

"Can I suck your dick?"

"Have you ever sucked a dick before?"

"No, but you seem to enjoy it and every time I have been sucked the person doing it seems to enjoy it. I want to give it a try".

"Ok" he said as he undid his zipper and pulled own his pants to expose a nice hard 8-inch dick. "Be careful. I haven't blown a load in a while and if you've never tasted cum it can be a surprise if you are not ready for it". With that, I sucked his dick just as he told me how to do it. Up and down I went. Licking his dick and balls. He put his hands on my head and moved it up and down on his dick. It didn't take long for him to cum. What a load. I spilled lots of it but I loved the experience. His cum was delicious.

Before I left he said "You should come to the police convention with me next week. The guys there have never had a black man and certainly never had a cock as big as yours. You'll be a big hit. I'll pay for the trip and clear it with your parents". "OK". I knew my parents would never so no to the Detective as he made some sort of lie about taking me to a basketball summer camp for a week.



Pre-Sandburg 2

When we arrived at the hotel, we had separated room. Really nice rooms. The Detective had a presidential suite. He told me not to be nervous and don't do anything that I didn't want to. He said he was sorry if I didn't really want to come on this trip. I said I was really looking for to being away from home for a change, as I had never been anywhere. He gave me lots of spending money and I went site seeing during the day as the Detective did his conference thing. When I went to his room at the end of the day someone else was there. "Karl" he said. "This is Captain Grover from Cedar Rapids Iowa. I told him all about you are your 10-inch dick. He wants some". I looked sort of surprised. Captain Grover was an older tall thin man about 6' 3" and 185 lb. and very attractive. I walked over to the Captain and stood directly in front of him as he sat in one of the hotel room chairs. He unzipped my pants, took out my cock and started to suck as he sat. The Detective watched the whole scene. The Captain was good but not quite as good as the Detective at sucking cock. I pushed my dick in and out of his mouth. He groaned and moaned as I did. He got up from his chair as said we all should get undress. We did. All three of us move over to the bed. I sat against the bedboard as the Detective sucked my dick I ran my tongue in and out of the Captain's mouth. Remembering that the Detective likes to get fucked I whispered to the Captain "fuck him" Didn't have to tell him twice. The Captain spread the Detective's legs, mounted him and proceeded to give him a glorious fucking. The Detective continued to suck my dick as the Captain fucked him. The Captain came quickly, jerking and squirming as he blew his load up the Detective's ass. That hot scene made me blow my load sooner than I would have liked. The Detective didn't mind as he swallow every drop and licked my dick clean afterwards. The Captain left the room as soon as he was done. However, me and the Detective still had lots left. I proceed to blow the Detective then fuck him afterwards. We both came as we were in a 69 position.

The week went pretty much as the Detective said it would. As word got around where to get fucked and sucked more and more police officers showed up for our sex session that concluded on Friday with more that a dozen officers in the Detective's suite. Everyone was fucking and sucking all over the place. The Detective was wrong about one thing. I think he didn't get fucked as much a he liked because of his popularity as a fucker. He spent most of the night on his knees on one of the super king sized beds fucking one guy, doggy style, after another. At one point a line had formed, to be the next person to get fucked by the Detective's fat dick which expect for my 10 inches was the largest in the room. It certainly was the fattest. Lots of the young guys were attracted to the gray hair Detective. Lots of "fuck me big daddy" could be heard from the young police officers that lined up to get plowed by that fat southern piece of meat.

Some of the guys got the idea of sucking off the guy being fucked by the Detective so that their turn would come sooner. Fucking and sucking was going on all over the room. All ages, sizes, and types of police officers packed the room but the Detective was by far the hit of the party. He at one point had a line of five guys standing around jerking their dicks waiting to get fucked. They were mostly the younger guys but some of the older officers wanted their turn. I looked over to see the Detective poking some police officer in his early twenties. The guy was screaming in ecstasy "please Detective give me more of that fat meat. Fuck me big daddy, fuck me". The young officer then looked over to the next king-sized bed and shout to a guy who turned out to be his boss "chief you should get some of this dick. It's great".

The Chief said he was butch and didn't suck cock or take it up the ass. The chief certainly played the role of a butch guy. He, at 55, was one of the oldest guys in the room and at 6'5" 260 muscular pounds also one of the biggest. The chief kept very fit and worked out with weights constantly as could easily be seen by his muscular definition and lack of almost any body fat although he did have just a hint of love handles. The chief also had several tattoos to enhance his butch image.

The Detective wanted to keep going all night so he said "let me take a break guys. I'll be back in a minute". He went into the bathroom and was shortly followed by the police chief. I went to the bathroom door to sneak a peak. The police chief stood at the toilet and pretended to take a piss while the Detective, who had his back turned to the chief, used some towels to clean his cock. The Detective turn and noticed the chief playing with his cock. "Hey city boy why don't you come over here and suck my fat southern dick" said the Detective.

"I don't suck dick, especially a white dumb-ass wimpy motherfucker like you. Why don't you come over here and suck the dick of a real man" commanded the chief.

To which the Detective said "listen boy you can save yourself a lot of trouble and a good as whipping by coming over here right now and suck a real dick. Look, 8 inches of juicy man meat. Yours can't be more than 6 and is certainly not as thick as mine. Come and get some real meat."

"Fuck you," said the chief.

With that the Detective charged across the room, grabbed the bigger, more muscular, slightly older man and wrestled him to the ground. The chief was surprised look on his face at how strong the fat southern Detective was. The Detective had the chief on the carpeted part of the bathroom floor on his stomach twisting his arm. "Suck my dick city boy".

"Never". With that, the chief managed to break the hold and head for the door.

The Detective quickly grabbed the larger man and again wrestled him to the floor. "Suck my dick city boy".

"Please stop you're hurting me".

"I'll stop when you suck my dick". The Detective now had the chief in a hold that would make anyone in the WWF proud.

The chief could not move and finally gave in. He knew the Detective was superior. The Detective got up from the floor, letting the chief up at the same time, pulled the toilet seat cover down, and took a set. His fat cock stiff and standing straight up really looked inviting. By now, half the room was peaking thru the bathroom door to see and hear what was going on. The big police chief, who had his head shave to enhance his butch image, got on his knees in front of the Detective and proceed to blow him.

It was obvious to the onlookers, as well as the Detective that the chief was experienced at sucking dick. After a few minutes the Detective pulled the bald chief head off his cock and said, "lean over the sink, I'm going to fuck that city boy ass of yours". The chief complied. The Detective proceed to give him a good fucking, the kind the guys in the room had lined up for. The Detective's fat 8 inches went in so easily, and the chief did not wince in pain, so that everyone knew the chief had taken it up the ass before. The cat was now out of the bag. I guess the chief didn't want any of his men to know he liked it up the ass. "Enough for now city boy" said the Detective. "I got more fucking to do in the other room. Don't want to blow my load now. Check me out later on tonight if you want a good fucking from a real man".

"Yes sir" said the chief.

Everyone quickly ran away from the bathroom door to take their former places sucking and fucking to not let on that we were watching.

The Detective entered the room and said "who's next?"

Four guys said "me" at the same time.

"Calm down guys big daddy has lots left for all of you".

"Fuck me big daddy," said one of the officers.

The Detective looked at the five guys lined up for their fucking. "Age before beauty" he said picking an older Lt. who was the only guy over 30 in the line. The Lt. looked to be about 45 and had a decent physical build. The Detective proceeded to plow the Lt. and like the rest the Lt. started to scream in ecstasy as the 8 inch piece of meat went in and out of his asshole. Meanwhile the formerly butch chief laid on the other king-sized bed with his legs spread and motioned to one of the young officers to mount him. As he did, the police chief sucked the cock of one of the guys he was fucking earlier in the evening. Me, I spent most of the evening with a young stocky built police officer bouncing up and down on my dick while I sat in a chair.

It was getting very, very late and most of the police officers had either left or were laying on the floor asleep and completely exhausted from all the sucking and fucking activity. Most of those asleep on the floor were victims of vicious but loving fucking by the Detective who was just finishing up the last of the young officers. Now the only people awake were me, the Detective and police chief. The police chief walked over to the bed were the Detective was sitting and said "fuck me big daddy, fuck me".

The chief was delighted to hear this. He motioned for me to come over and join him. I did. The Detective savagely threw the chief on the bed on his back and spread his legs. The Detective proceeded to savagely ram his meat into the chief' ass. "Oh god, fuck me big daddy, fuck me harder".

The Detective kept pounding the chief as hard as he could. For the first time that night, the Detective began to sweat. He was working hard at this fucking remembering the trouble the chief gave him in the bathroom. "Take this fat dick city boy".

"Yes, yes fuck me big daddy. God daddy your dick is filling he up. Fuck me fuck me".

I guess the Detective had heard enough as he motioned to me to place my dick in the chief's mouth.

The chief sucked me with gusto. He was good probably having done this many times before. The chief was really moaning and groaning now his dick
standing up straight just waiting to blow a load. Knowing that I looked at the Detective for his ok to take the meat in my mouth and draw out the cum. The Detective knew how much I liked cop cum and nodded, giving me his ok to such the chief's nice 6-inch piece of meat. It didn't take long for the chief to release a massive load of cum. He screamed as he did but the Detective kept right on fucking him but now at a slower pace.

"Want me to take my dick out now city boy".

"No" said the police chief.

The Detective continued to fuck the chief's now tender ass. I swallowed the last of the chief's load and more around behind the Detective and started to insert my cock up is ass.

"Don't do that Karl" he said. "You'll make me cum to fast. I want to enjoy this some more". So I stood up on the bed and offered the Detective my 10-inch dick, which he took very willingly as he continued to endlessly pound the police chief.

The Detective continued to amaze me as he fucked the chief for another half-hour until the chief started to jerk his own dick. The chief came again. I pulled my dick from the Detective's mouth and scooped up as much as the chief's cop cum as I could. As the last cum dripped from his dick, the Detective removed his cock slowly from the chief's ass.

After the chief rolled over to go to sleep the Detective turned to me and said "see I told you, I don't get fucked much at these things. I know it's my tough guy personality". "No it isn't," I said. "Didn't you notice how much those guys enjoyed you fucking them? Didn't you notice the line waiting for your fat dick? That's why you don't get fucked much because guys can't wait to either suck that meat or take it up the ass. One of the officers were saying that it is sort of an honor and privilege to fuck Big Daddy. They are afraid if they fuck you and don't do a good job you wont ram that 8 inch piece of steel hard meat up their ass or give them one of your class, patented blow jobs. The word about you has gotten around to most of the officers that like to fuck and suck. It has nothing to do with personality. Sorry to say I don't think your tough guy image means nothing here. It's how you use your dick that impresses these guys. They don't want you to cum from a dick up the ass they wanted as much of you joy stick as they could get before someone made you cum They like sucking you because they think they will be rewarded with a good fucking".

"Think that's it".

"I know that's it".

"Well Karl I'm certainly ready to take your meat now. Please give me a good fucking".

"I'll do the best I can".

With that we found some space on the bed that was taken up by sleeping cops who had either been fucked or fucked someone else all night. The Detective lay back and spread his fat thighs. I lifted his ankles onto my shoulder and gently shoved my cock up his waiting ass. He closed his eyes and moaned lightly as I started with a slow rhythm. The faster that I pumped my dick up his ass the quicker his moaning became. I asked him to get up on his had and knees so that I could fuck his doggy style. He did. I again inserted my 10 inch rod into the Detective's ask. He continued to moan. I could feel the cum swell up in my balls but didn't want to cum. I wanted to make sure the Detective was satisfied before I blew my load. We kept changing positions over the next hour until I could hold back any longer. I exploded a massive load of cum in the Detective's ass. After getting cleaned up, I asked him if I could suck his cock. I wanted his cop cum and he knew it. He knew I loved his love juice. He sat back as I proceeded to draw the juice from his dick. He came with a grunt and sent his juice down my throat. We wrapped our arms around each other and drifted off to sleep.

The summer went by pretty quick. The Detective and I continued to meet secretly. I plowed his ass and sucked his dick as often as I could. His cum was delicious. I was the only one fucking and sucking the Detective because he wanted to maintain his tough guy image. He passed up some police conventions and the orgies that go on there to be with me. Probably because he loved taking it up the ass. Big Daddy asked me to give him a good whipping on occasion. He knew I did not like to do it so he wouldn't ask to often By the end of the summer I was asking him could I give him a nice but light spanking with his famous belt. I started to get into it. Nevertheless, good things come to an end. It was off to college in the fall.


END PART 2