SWAT TEAM TAKEDOWN CHAPTER 13 Mayor Malcolm Alexander’s lim..

SWAT TEAM TAKEDOWN CHAPTER 13 Mayor Malcolm Alexander’s limousine pulled up in front of Dr. Davis’ large mansion. The mayor was impressed as he stepped out of the backseat of his limousine. He heard vague rumors about the doctor and especially about his wealth. Those rumors about his wealth weren't exaggerated. The mayor wore a casual outfit of a pale blue Tailor Athletic polo shirt and white cotton pants that showed off his muscular build. His fashion style was a part of his political image of strength and virility. The mayor was a sexy eligible bachelor who had taken advantage of his looks and charismatic personality to win votes. As the mayor walked up the front steps he was greeted by Brandon and Nick in tailored suits that showed off how big they were, even with clothes in. The two pro-bodybuilder’s led the Mayor through the large elegant house out on to a large terrace overlooking a full size pool and a perfect green lawn that stretched out to a beautiful ocean view. All of the guests were rich men, a politician dream luncheon. He was greeted with handshakes which he returned with a firm grip and pats on the shoulders. The mayor knew most of the men there were gay and as a republican he was disgusted by their lifestyle. However he hides it well. He might be disgusted by their lifestyle but he loves their money. The net worth of several of the men there were in the billions, all potential campaign donors. “Ah, Malcolm, welcome,” the Doctor came over and greeted the mayor with a firm handshake and an equally firm grip on Malcolm’s large left bicep. They didn’t know each other enough to be on a first name basis, but the mayor brushed it off, “Dr. Davis, I’m so glad you arranged this event. I truly appreciate your support.” “I am glad to help in any way I can,” the doctor motioned a waiter over with a tray of champagne glasses. “Thank you,” the mayor took a glass of champagne from the waiter. The mayor couldn’t help but notice that the waiter was a very handsome man. In fact all the serving staff were handsome and all younger men. The doctor put his arm around the mayor and led him through the party introducing him to the big wigs attending the luncheon. Among the guests were several prominent lawyers, judges, heads of multinational corporations, even the nerdy son of the owner of the city’s football team. The energetic mayor slipped the expensive champagne as he talked up his campaign for congress. A waiter always seemed to be nearby or at hand to provide the mayor with another fresh glass. As they moved among the guests, the doctor kept a hand on the mayor’s broad shoulders or muscular back. The conservative mayor grew used to the older man’s touch and it even felt relaxing as the Doctor's gentle massage his shoulders while introducing him to potential donors. As he drank more and met more of the numerous guests, the normally sharp politician grew unfocused and his speech grew slurred. The rich gay men just smiled wickedly at him. He was unaware that he was being guided away from the crowd of men and further onto the lawn, until the doctor led the mayor over to a secluded table and chairs. “Here, have a seat,” the doctor placed both hands on the mayor’s muscular shoulders and guided the mayor down on the chairs. “Thanks, I feel dizzy. Must be the sun and champagne,” the mayor sat. The doctor motioned Brandon to bring over a cup of coffee. “Here drink this, it will make you feel much more relaxed,” the Doctor handed the coffee cup to the mayor. “Thank you. The last thing I need is my constituents seeing me wasted,” the mayor took the creamed coffee and drank it. “Just relax, trust me. I will take care of everything,” the Doctor massaged the mayor’s shoulders as the handsome politician slipped the coffee. The coffee was bitter and salty but the mayor drank it as he was told. He started to feel so relaxed when he did as the doctor told him to. The doctor's hands moved down the mayor’s bare arms. “It feels so good when you trust me and do as I say. It feels so relaxing to let me take care of everything,” the doctor whispered. “Feel so good,” the mayor whispered back. The mayor’s usually brilliant mind felt cloudy and unfocus. “My touch makes you so aroused and good. You can feel even more turned on when you obey. The more you obey and feel my touch the more blissfully obedient you become,” the doctor moved his hands down the mayor’s surprisely firm, large pecs. The mayor took great care of himself, the doctor mused as he cupped them through the expensive polo shirt. He smiled as he looked over the muscular shoulders at the large bulge in the white cotton pants. The mayor let out a low moan as the doctor leaned in and gently kissed his neck while moving his hands down Malcolm’s flat firm stomach. The straight mayor couldn’t protest as his shirt was lifted up to reveal his chisel abs. Malcolm found himself obediently lifting his arms up as the doctor pulled the shirt over his head. The breeze from the ocean brushed against the mayor's bare nipples. His entire body was tingling as the doctor’s hands freely moved over him. He could smell the doctor’s testosterone and it made him so horny. The smell reminded him of the thick cream in the coffee. The guests slowly began to gather around as the doctor slowly stripped the sexy, conservative mayor. The older man’s touch was causing goosebumps on the mayor’s smooth hard body as the doctor ran his hands over his muscles. The doctor then placed his hands under Malcolm’s armpits and gently raised the mayor onto his legs. The mayor found himself stepping out of his leather shoes as the doctor undid the white pants and let them slide down his muscular legs, revealing his tight black boxer briefs. Taking the mayor’s hand, the doctor led him over to a nearby gazebo with a large lounge bed. The gazebo looked out onto a spendalure view of the ocean’s waves hitting the private beach. The growing group of onlookers followed the doctor as he led the helpless mayor and led him down on the outside bed. The straight mayor moaned in pleasure as the doctor ran his hands up his thick muscular legs. His cock was rock hard in the designer boxer briefs. They were tight around the mound of his crotch. He was overwhelmed in lust as the doctor moved up his thighs and eased the underwear down. Without thinking the mayor lifted his hips allowing the man to pull the boxer briefs down. His cock popped free and stood straight up to the delight of the guests that gathered them. “Please,” the mayor moaned as he lifted his legs. His cock was throbbing and his hole flexed. Smiling, the doctor reached into his own pants and rubbed some of his pre-cum onto his fingers. Pulling his hand out of his pants he then placed his fingers at the mayor’s lips. Looking up at the doctor in lust, the mayor opened his mouth and began to lick the fingers. The pre-cum reminded the mayor once again of the cream in the coffee. He needed it and wanted it so bad, as he sucked on the fingers to the delight of the rich onlookers. The doctor then removed his fingers from the mayor’s mouth and moved them between the younger man’s thick legs. “Oh, please,” the mayor moaned as the doctor stroked his virgin manpussy. The mayor lifted his hips to give the doctor more access to his hole. The doctor eases a finger into the mayor’s tight hole, probing it, “feel so good doesn’t it.” “Yes,” the straight conservative moaned as his insides were stroked and loosen. His mind was reeling. A part of him wanted to fight, to resist, yet another just wanted to surrender. The mayor merely grunted as another finger was pushed into him and began to stretch his hole further. As he moved his fingers in and out, the doctor undid his own pants and pulled out his thick cock. The handsome mayor’s eyes widened as he saw the thick cock before him. It was a look mixed with fear and lust. He grabbed hold of the pillows around him while moaning in lust. Finally the doctor pulled his fingers from the mayor’s hole and threw Malcolm Alexander’s legs on his shoulders. The mayor braced himself as he felt the thick cock head pressing against his virgin hole. He was pure lust. “Just relax. You will feel only pleasure,” the doctor whispered as his eyes were locked on the mayor’s. Both men let out a loud deep groan and grunt as the doctor slid into the mayor’s tight hole. “Fffuck, it feels so good,” the mayor moaned as his virgin hole was stretched further open and the doctor slid deeper into him. He couldn’t believe how good it felt as his anal muscles relaxed. The doctor began to pull out and thrust back into him, deeper and harder. The mayor pushed his ass out and tried to flex it closed, wanting the cock to stay inside him. “You love being my slave, you live to serve it, worship it,” the doctor grunted as he slammed in and out of the mayor’s once tight ass. “Yes, master,” the mayor moaned loudly. “Cum for me, slave,” the doctor thrusted all the way into the mayor’s ruined ass. “Awe, Fffuck,” the mayor’s cock jerked and shot his load over his tight abs, smooth pecs, even landing on his clean cut, all American face. The mayor’s muscular ass cheeks clamped down on the doctor’s cock as the anal muscles spasmed around it. The doctor slammed even harder and deeper into the mayor and came hard. Several of the men around them were pulling out their cellphone and beginning to record and taking pictures of the cum covered mayor.