Welcome [It's Just Plain Wrong!]

It's hard being the captain of the Special Victims Unit and being a sex-a-holic, but I manage. It helps me to see what sex can do, what bad things sex can cause. I haven't had a problem in years. But then he decided to transfer here. I only met him twice before his move, but I knew in a flash that Brian Cassidy was going to be trouble. He really is one gorgeous man. I could tell right away from the priss in his smile to the swish in his walk that he was one of us. And I don't mean one of the SVU, even though there are quite a few of "us" in it.

Now comes the problem: how to get to the package before Munch unwraps it first. I know that Munch is just as charming with the men as he is with the ladies, and if this were a different world, he would have had as many husbands as wives. I've always harbored a certain twinge of pain that the attention he lavished on so many was not to be for me. Then again, I'm not really his type, nor he mine.

Cassidy, however, is suitable to both of our desires. He walks into my office, smiling and ready for work, his very first day at the office. Maybe I can give him a few... tips. Let's try a little game and see if he wants to play.

"Close my door." He does. "Have a seat." He does. I don't want this to be a game of Simon Says, though the thought is tempting. Maybe if there's a next time. If I can get him again before Munch spoils him to death.

I watch as he crosses his legs. Oh, he's definitely open to men. But what about me?

I have to be calm, I have to be subtle, I have to be...

"Care for a little optional initiation?" I blurt out, interrupting my own thoughts.

He smiles curiously. "I thought all initiations were an obligation to the new member. That's the point, right?"

"Not here. Not this one. This is strictly your choice. Only if you're interested."

His smile grew wider and his eyes narrowed. "Really?" He certainly sounded interested. "Do rumors and my reputation precede me, Captain Cragen?"

I lifted my eyebrows. Getting into this later might be interesting, but for now I keep my mouth shut. He stood, sighing in amusement and closed the blinds. I swallowed, my mouth now dry. Just what kind of reputation did this guy have?

He turned back to me and leaned on the desk. "So which is it, Captain? Do you like to fuck?" He grinned. "Or be fucked?"

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out and I cursed myself for my inability to speak. This was not exactly how things were supposed to be proceeding. I felt movement in my pants. At least my dick didn't mind.

He started slowly around the edge of the desk. "Well, that doesn't really matter. Either way, any man likes to be blown." He looked up at me, eyes dancing with hilarity at what I felt to be my expense. "Your swizzle stick does like to be dipped, doesn't it?" Without waiting for an answer, he moved his foot to hook my leg, and turned me in my swivel chair to face him. He saw the growing bulge in my pants. "Hmmm..." he started thoughtfully. "Looks like that little fella wants out, wouldn't you say?"

He bends over me and deftly unbuttons and unzips my pants. I lift my hips as he jerks them and my boxers to the floor.

"Nice piece." His hands work under my erection to stroke my balls and tease the place between my dick and my asshole. He watches my erection grow and smiles at me licking his lips, then drops to his knees. He licks the tip as the pre cum starts it's flow, and I shudder, jerking a bit. "Tell me what to do here, Captain."

I look at him, my groin feeling like a red hot iron in need of something to burn.

"Well? I'm down here, this mighty tasty morsel inches away, with icing on top even, and I just don't know what to do. You're my new boss, what should I do?"

I mumble the command breathlessly.

"What? Couldn't hear ya."

"Blow me," I say, this time with force.

"Oh, okay." He starts forward, licking his full pink lips with the tip of his even pinker moist tongue, and making low noises deep within his throat. Mere centimeters from the wet bulb tip, he stops and looks at me. "You can fuck my mouth, you know. Don't be nice."

Don't be nice? Okay. No problem.

"Did you get that, old man?"

"Shut up and blow me," I growl.

"What?"

I grab his head and pull him down, instantly feeling the cool, wet mouth envelope my heated cock. I hear his groan of approval. Apparently he likes it rough. His tongue moves in circles and patterns, pressing here and there and feel myself extending. "Oh, yeah," I moan, trying to keep it quiet. "Oh, god, man." I gasp at his teeth nipping and biting, then again, louder this time at the suction coming from his mouth. He tightens his lips on my dick and pulls hard. "Suck it- suck it dry. Come on, harder." I can feel myself building until there's no control. I grab his head now with both hands, and jerk into his throat, fucking his mouth hard. In and out, making sure he can breathe before moving back in. Suddenly I stiffen and spurt the cum straight down his throat. He's like a sponge with Hoover-action, swallowing everything my body throws his way. That was one of the best blowjobs I've ever had, but as he stands and turns around, I surprise myself by getting hard again at the sight of his firm little ass. How tight he must be.

I stand up. "I like to fuck." My voice holds steady and it's harshness catches me off guard.

He turns around, surprise clear but gone in mere seconds. "Well, that's good because I like to be fucked. I'll be right back." I sit down in the chair as he leaves, and continue thinking about that firm little ass, wondering if he'll be as tight as he looks, or too loose to enjoy. I'm determined to have it up for him once he gets back.

And I do. He opens and shuts the door, and pulls out a tube of lubricant from the inside of his suit. He tosses it to me, no nonsense, then drops his pants and boxers, placing a sock on his half aroused dick. He walks up to me. "I like it rough, Captain." He turns and bends over the file cabinets, bracing himself against them. I place the cool jelly on my burning cock and stroke myself a little. Then I walk up behind Cassidy who spreads his legs apart and leans on the file cases. I spread his cheeks and feel for the muscular ring, finding it and slipping a finger in. Then two and three almost right away. It takes a moment before the forth goes in and he clenches. I feel the warm walls contract. "I hope I'll be tight enough for you."

"I think you'll do." I remove my fingers and place the head of my cock to his anus.

"Let's have it then, old man."

I shove my steel up his ass in a quick, solid motion. "Like this?" I ask hoarsely.

"No harder."

I pull out and ram him furiously. "Is that all you've got?"

I pull out from the sphincter again and drive myself in like a battering-ram.

"Oh, yeah." His voice is now low, grating, and I see his hand drop to his own covered dick. "That's it. Like that."

There's a knock at my door, and then it opens. "I've got a small prob-" starts Munch, but then he stops seeing just what's going on. "All-righty then. Blinds shut, don't come a knockin' Got it." The door closes.

"Who was that?" asks Cassidy, panting.

"Your new partner."

"Oh." He pushes himself back against my dick until I'm sheathed completely within him, my balls resting on his ass. He starts to squirm and I can tell I've got his prostate right on the tip. He starts to lament. "Come on, fuck me! Fuck me hard." I start to drive myself within him, irascibly. "Fuck my brains out!" I look down to find him jerking himself off. I push into his rectum causing the cases to shudder beneath us and he moans, squirming more. His noises and writhing are too much to take, and I heed to his desire for rough and harsh. I impale him harder and harder with my shaft, unrelenting, the file cabinet he's leaning against trembling violently.

"Harder, Captain! And faster, faster," he croaks. I thrust laboriously, feeling myself ready to explode in seconds, and realize that part of what's turning me on is the fact that he's being forced into the cabinets. I drive myself one last time harshly, shooting my hot cum up and into his ass and a moment later he finishes his masturbation into his sock. I hope he doesn't plan on wearing that thing all day.

"You're one glorious fuck," he pants, leaning up against the cabinet as I remove myself. "You really know how to ride a guy."

"Welcome to the SVU, Cassidy. I'm sure you'll enjoy it here."

He grins, a little sheepishly. "Me, too."

FIN