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Wednesday, April 10, 2019

[SS-591] Party Victims


[PARTY VICTIMS]

Inspector Galven looked at the scene of the crime. Two muscular men were found dead inside a yacht bathroom. Aside from some traces of spitted blood, their bodies were clean from any trauma.

"Yacht party? Must be drugs," he muttered to himself.

One of the cybercrime analysts vame to him and showed him a cellphone with a video playing on it, "look I found this. Taken three hours before we got here."

Galven looked at the screen and saw the two men being fucked by men. Both looked deranged. Two lines of people anticipating to fuck their asses. 

"Ahhh yacht sex party for gay men with drugs... An overdose," he concluded.

The analyst shared a bottled water, "here's a drink inspector. You haven't rested since you got here. What's our next step?"

"Let's interview party goers," Galven said after chugging the water.

They went to the upper deck and started asking men who were still partying despite the death that transpired. All of them claimed that no one was distributing drugs. They all cooperated and had their blood extracted for drug testing.

Galven found two men in white speedos who were dancing. When they saw him, they looked uneasy.


He approached them and asked, "I am Inspector Galven. Anything you want to share about the two guys who died?"

"We know the supplier of the strong E that they got," said one of them, "he's waiting at the end of the port where this is going."

"Do you know the victims?" he asked.

"Yes. We all go in the same gym. They bully gay guys there. So, I think this was revenge against them," the other replied.

"Well, you sissies deserve the bullying. You're perverts," Galven muttered to himself after he was finished with the conversation.

The inspector waited patiently until they arrived at the port. There was a man waiting, hunky, and handsome in white briefs. He recognized the man as the one who the two leads were telling him.


As he walked to the man, he started seeing haziness. He felt weak. He fell down the ground and lost his consciousness.

He was awoken by pain and pleasure coming from his asshole. He was inside the yacht."

"Oh my gaaahd... Whaaaat the fuuuck?!" Galven growled as he struggled. But he was tied on a table.

He looked back and saw a line of gay men waiting to fuck him. 

"Well Inspector Galven, you're definitely gonna make it bad for my business if you expose me. So, I'll just let you feel good, like a good gay guy would."

Galven looked to the front. It was the supplier who was talking to him.

"Ohh myyy that feels goood stooooop!" his moans were conflicting, "how did you... you?!"

The cybercrime analyst was there and was naked. "I put the drug in your drinks. Enjoy heaven. Now and later. You fucking homophobe."

The analyst fucked Galven's mouth. He was too mindfucked and weak to retaliate. 

But he thought, "what a great way to die."

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