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It didn’t take long for the rest of the fire department to come in, followed by nearly half the force that was on duty today.
Sebastian and Kettle flanked me, both watching the scene that was playing out in front of us.
“Do you think he realizes what he looks like?” Sebastian finally asked.
I surveyed the man.
His large, chubby body was strapped down on his back to the kitchen table with tie straps that normal people used to secure loads to their trucks and trailers.
He was completely naked and blindfolded.
His cock was duck taped to one leg, and his balls were duck taped to the other.
He had a broom handle shoved up his ass, and his mouth was filled with what looked a can of cooking spray.
“Do you think this was consensual?” I finally asked, jolting the two men beside me into action.
As they removed the can of cooking spray from the man’s mouth, and the blindfold from the man’s eyes, a wide shit eating grin graced the man’s face, “Oh, my God! Aren’t y’all just the cutest things I’ve ever seen! Where’s my master? Did he send you in here for my entertainment?”
That was when I left.
I didn’t need to see them pull the broom out of the man’s ass.
I exited through the garage, and was assaulted by the man’s dungeon of doom, and overjoyed that I had decided to come this way to avoid contaminating the crime scene. I mean, how else would I have known what the man’s hobby was?
Each and every wall was covered in fetish toys.
I’m not one to complain about another human beings’ proclivities, but I sure as fuck didn’t want to think about two men, both very nearly obese, doing the things I saw today on the multiple pieces of furniture that graced the garage.
Luckily the garage door worked, because I wasn’t sure if I could handle any more of my imagination.
That and my chest was starting to hurt like a motherfucker.
Thank God my shift was only ten minutes from being over. I needed a goddamn vacation after the past couple of days.
Which I sure as fuck would be taking.
***
“Trance?” Viddy’s voice called from the kitchen as I entered through the front door of my house.
I followed the smell of spaghetti sauce until I found Viddy standing by the stove with a boiling pot of water on one burner, and a pot of sauce and meatballs on the other.
My eyebrows creased as my palms started to sweat.
How did she cook when she couldn’t see? How would she know if something bad happened?
“Trance?” Viddy asked worriedly.
“Right here.” I rumbled, walking over to the table and divesting myself of my gun belt and keys.
The Kevlar vest had already been turned into evidence, and I had a new one to pick up before I went back on duty in two days’ time.
Kosher, who’d followed his nose to the kitchen as well, walked over to Viddy and leaned into her, rubbing his furry head all along her left hand that was dangling at her side.
Once all my things that poked and prodded (besides the ones that were attached) were off my body, I walked up to Viddy and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek.
“How was your day?” I asked, leaning my hips against the counter.
