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could begin his interrogation. "What the fucking hell do you think you're doing, you dirty stinking copper? This is harassment…no, it's fucking sexual harassment." Again the man spat, this time accompanied by him thrashing his legs in an attempt to buck Casey off him.
    Casey grabbed the man's cock in the nick of time. He was erect. Seemed he liked the idea of being touched there, after all. "Shhh, you'll like this, I promise."
    Before the man could scream out, alert Bruce that things weren't going so well, Casey managed to pull out his own cock, too. Their genitals touched.
    The man froze.
    Underneath Casey, the perp was as stiff as a mannequin, his cock was ridged, too. Docking like this wasn't his idea of the best way to accomplish what he needed, but at the same time he couldn't let Bruce get suspicious. Sure, his foreskin tingled like mad, driving him crazy, but he also had to do his job. He had to dock. He had to get the truth out of this man.
    Casey used his knees to get a bit of distance from the man, putting all of his weight on one hand while the other was at their cocks. He had to give himself enough space to dock comfortably, so they could join in the proper way. Within a heartbeat, and so as not to waste any more time, Casey rolled his foreskin over the man's bulging head. He was circumcised, that much he could tell. The skin of his head was a lot rougher than what he would have experienced from an intact man. Still, cut or not, the man was his. He could ask his questions now that his silky, sensual skin had covered the man's glans completely.
    "Who's the big fish around here, mate?" Casey asked. "The one you report to?"
    The man, the familiar stunned look upon him, eyes wide and glistening with both ecstasy and the effects of the magic Casey's foreskin possessed, spilled his guts. "His name is Randy Piper. I don't know where he lives, no one not in his inner circle does…but I know where to contact him. We meet at random times at the coffee house in Roxburgh Glen, on the main strip. It's called Books and Beans . He likes to read while sipping his brew."
     Casey massaged the connection his foreskin created, making sure he kept his skin in place. Pre cum oozed from them both, lubricating his actions, which would soak the man's body in more and more of his magic his foreskin released, letting every pore of his excited cock take whatever he gave. Soon the man's whole system would be inundated with Casey's influence, helped by the euphoric high all men got when sexually charged. God, he loved his job.
    "What's your name?"
    "I'm Drummond." The man shuddered.
    Casey could feel his breath deepen, see his pupils dilate, even in the low light of pre-dawn. He was close to climax. Seemed he was enjoying being docked, being wanked with another bloke's foreskin. Casey couldn't blame him. Docking was more than intimate, it was like an epiphany and affected men on a deep level as only men could share the experience. He loved being gay.
    Then it happened. The man came. Casey's foreskin was filled with his ejaculate until it ballooned. But he kept hold of his connection. There was another question he wanted to ask.  
    Casey smiled. "What time were you going to meet with him next?"
    "Two o'clock tomorrow afternoon."
    Casey let himself go. He had what he wanted. He came, too. He felt sheer and absolute relief as he pumped more and more cum into his own foreskin. Skin which was stretched to the limit with both of their sex fluids. "Thanks." He got up off Drummond. "Now let me get that dick back into your pants, then I'll help you to your feet."
    Confusion crossed Drummond's face. He was at the stage where his memory would soon be lost to him. Casey acted fast, making sure he secured the man's dick back into his pants and without catching him with his zipper. He sorted himself out, too, but not before he retracted his foreskin and let all the cum he had gained dribble onto the floor. He licked his fingers, stuffed his own cock