Peter in jail

Peter sulked in isolation, the previous fight had shown the police he couldn't be left alone. Peter's lawyer had made enough threats and was well known enough they didn't want to fuck with him, in case something happened to Peter.

Still, Peter didn't know if it was a good, or a bad thing, being alone. Alone he only had his thoughts, which often led to thinking of MJ, which in turn shifted to thoughts of her and Katzenberg. What were they doing now? Was he fucking her as he rotted in jail? How could MJ fuck Katzenberg? He knew it was Katzenberg's cock, but it couldn't just be that, could it? Maybe, he could find an attachment and give her the same pleasure. Maybe find someone else, a friend, someone with a large cock who he could accept. Just not Nick fucking Katzenberg.

Maybe that would work. He had an idea. The kid was a lover, always giving. Peter liked him, had helped train him, though he could be a bit cocky and brash at times, he was never mean. He also had a smoking hot girlfriend. Still, what 18 year old would turn down a shot at MJ as a side piece? How to go about that? After all he currently had a restraining order against him, and was in jail. Good thing his friend Matt was hard at work on his case.

Peter began to relax and lay down on the hard steel bench as he watched the lights flicker, for the first time since he found out about MJ and Craig, MJ and Nick, he felt himself begin to calm down and felt himself drift into sleep.

The door slammed open as the toned booty of Detective Misty Knight thundered into the room and stomped on the bench near Peter's head. His head jolted up as his Spidey sense flared. This woman meant business.

"So cuck, I mean Mr. Parker. I have spoken to your lawyer and he says Craig Smith would be claiming you didn't attack him in hate. However, until Craig says that in a statement we are holding your hateful ass." Sneered the detective as she looked down at the wiry strong man. Shaking her head, Misty could only lament the fact the white boy was so ill-equipped. He was tasty looking.

Peter shivered as he felt the scorn in the detective's eyes. He knew that look and he flushed red, knowing this woman knew he was not well endowed. She had called him cuck, so she also knew of MJ and Katzenberg. "I'm not a cuck." Peter said meekly in his defense.

"Sure you are honey, a cock-sucking one from what the witnesses and video showed." Laughed Misty as she once again shook her head, "How big is Nick, to be able to steal Mrs. Watson, err Mrs. Parker from a handsome man like you?"

Misty leaned forward, her cleavage in Peter's face, "Tell me cuck, or I write down how you called me the n-word and hit me."

"Huge, thicker and longer than your forearm." Peter said begrudgingly.

Laughing Misty Knight suddenly kicked Peter in the balls and left as he now lay on the ground curled in a ball. He had wanted to dodge, but the threat Misty had left hanging in the air froze Peter in indecision. He was fucked.

Author's note: I stepped away from this for a long time because I was finding it a pain to write. I am going to post the rest of what I wrote, which has been on my Patreon and then try and pick up where I left off. From here on it is not as well edited as I would have liked.