CITY HALL
The Mayor's long black limousine pulled up in front of City Hall, stopping at the main entrance as it holds up early evening afternoon traffic going around the Broad and Market Street turn at the height of rush hour. Frustrated drivers waited to go around as horns honked and people shouted out profanities coupled with unflattering hand gestures.
Inside the limo, no one knew that the Mayor was between the legs of reputed drug dealer Tempest Williams, bobbing his head up and down as he took as much of the man's 9 and 1/2 inch curved cock deep into his gagging mouth. Mayor Edwards had been sucking Tempest's dick ever since they left his old derelict apt building some 30 minutes ago. He was new to cock sucking, trying his best to swallow the bug curved man wood without scratching the hard tender flesh with his teeth. The limo sat there blocking up traffic for at least 10 minutes before he finally shot thick hot cum into the Mayor's inexperienced mouth.
Edwards choked and gagged on the sperm load, losing most of it to his suit and tie as he tried his best to suck and swallow (as taught by his former assistant, -Dunn). After cleaning Tempest's cock with his mouth, Tempest reminded him of his promise to do his bidding, else the video tape of him getting royally fucked would somehow make it's way to the media. Edwards knew the press was out to get him, having made headline news of him and his many exploits with former female assistants.
Edwards licked his lips clean of cum, then exited the limo in amidst of public spectators. He waved politely to well wishers and celebrity struck personalities as he quickly ducked into the building. He dashed pass security and City Hall workers, trying to make a bee line up to his office. On the elevator, he was met by an advisor who started talking about the budget reform and pension plans. Mayor Edwards' mind wasn't really on political issues, as he could feel a ton of semen trying to force it's way out of his hole. He clinched the cheeks of his ass tighter, trying to hold back the deluge shot in him last night and earlier this morning.
"Sir..., you have something on your tie." said the advisor, noticing some spilled liquid dotting his tie, shirt, and wrinkled suit.
"Yes, yes..., excuse me please!" said the Mayor, rushing off the elevator at his floor.
He dashed down the hall, practically running for his office. Several people spoke and tried to get the Mayor attention, but he couldn't stop. His secretary was sitting out at her desk, she instantly noticed wet spots on his clothes, oddly the same exact clothes he work on friday! Edwards breezed by her without so much as a "hello". He burst into his office, and ran directly for his private bathroom. But before he could undo and pull down his pants, he let loose a huge burst of collective cum in his pants and underwear. The mixture loads of 3 men exploded in the ass of his pants, soaking his clothes in a plaster of sticky cum and goo. When he sat down on the toilet, his asshole yawned outward, releasing at least 4 more loads into the bowel.
PRECINCT-23
Roll Call. Captain McConnell resided over attendance, and assigns officers who's partners may have called out a sick day. Then he went into his usual round of information, reporting assignments and requesting that the officers keep a close eye on the streets. He reminded them that Tempest Williams had yet to be caught, and was probably still in the north Philly area hiding in one of his drug houses.
After dismissal, officer Cortez and some of the other uniformed cops walked out towards the vehicle parking lot, to get their assigned units. Police officer Jake Valentine felt the unpleasant stares of his fellow officers. Many had regarded his involvement with the fall of Officers Gardner, Whitmen, Cooper, Blake, and Justine, as an unfortunate event which put a blemish on the record of the department, -while others saw him as a willing participant in their shady dealings turned trader, or as a plain straight out "snitch" on his partner. Some believe that Jake should have kept his mouth shut, while others believe it should have been reported through command and not have trickled out to the media. Either way, it leaves Jake in a less than desirable position as far as his fellow officers are concerned.
He walks out into the police vehicle parking lot, and spots his new partner (officer Maleece Cortez) standing with a group of officers in a small huddle. Jake knew all of them by face, in the squad, locker, and shower rooms. They were officers Duncan, Peterson, Lewis, and Reynolds. He is not sure what they are discussing, until they all turn and watched him slowly walk over to his squad car. This makes Jake feel even more insecure as Cortez shakes the hands of his friends, and turns in Jake's direction.
"What was that all about?" asked Jake, as Cortez strapped himself into the driver's seat.
"What?"
"The huddle. I saw everyone turn around and look at me when I came out of the building..., was that my imagination?" asked Jake.
"You're determined to start this up again, aren't you? You didn't get enough of me slamming you up against the lockers? asked Cortez, visibly annoyed.
"I don't understand how we got off on the wrong foot, Maleece. We're partners now..., we need to try to get along!" reasoned Jake.
"You want to get along?" asked Cortez, starting the engine. Jake nodded his head -yes. "Then drop this innocent girl act! Sheesh..., I've had females partners with more balls than you!"
"You don't know me!" countered Jake, feeling offended.
"I know your type! You're a trouble maker, Valentine! You like to be the center of attention!" stated Cortez.
"That's not true!" defended Jake.
"I see the way you flaunt your body around the shower room, taking long slow showers so everyone can see your body! Everyone knows what you're up to! We all know you hot for cock!" said Cortez, shifting the car into gear. "And if you're not careful, you gonna fins yourself in hot water again!"
Jake said nothing in defense, as Cortez drove off of police property. WAS he flaunting his body in the showers? Is that what people thought of him? Or was Cortez merely grasping at straws, stating his own wishful thinking from physical attractions to Jake? After all, he DID fuck Jake last night, -that meant there HAD to be some physical attraction there, else his dick wouldn't stay hard. Would it?"
THE ROUND HOUSE
Detective Malik Jones enters what is commonly known as Police Headquarters. Its a white building in the physical shape of a pair of handcuff (better seen from the sky in a helicopter than from the naked eye).
Jones makes his way to the information's desk, where he requests to the officer on duty to see one of the prisoners. "Do you have an appointment?" asked the desk officer. Malik says "no", and is denied his request. "Every visitor must be approved by appointment only!" read the desk officer. Malik explained that he was one of the arresting officers, and that the prisoner had vital information he needed to finish up his case. He told the desk officer that the case involved the shooting death of a 15 year old innocent boy, and that he had been a very close friend of the family. He really needed to talk to the prisoner. The desk officer took pity, and granted Malik access to the prisoner, despite jail policy.
Malik signed in, then took the elevator down to the lower level where the private rooms were held for interrogations and meeting with families and attorneys. He was taken to a room marked #3, where his weapon was taken, and he was told to wait for the prisoner.
Inside the room was a single 4 seater table, with 2 chairs on opposite sides. Malik was too hipped to sit. He paced the room back and forth, wondering if he was making a terrible mistake by coming here. He waited and waited..., and just when he was about to chicken out and go home, the door to the room opened, and in was escorted the prisoner, -Marvin Rollins.
Marvin froze when he saw who was visiting him. He'd been suspecting it to be his lawyer. It took a moment for the face to register, but when it did, a huge smirk crossed his face. "Sit down!" ordered the guard who escorted him in. Marvin's hands were cuffed in front of him as he sat at the far side of the table.
"How's yur pussy holdin up, officer?" asked Marvin, recognizing Malik right off.
"I have him. Thanks." said Malik, talking to the escort.
"Are you sure?" asked the uniformed officer.
"Yes." answered Malik, eye balling Marvin.
"I'll be right outside this door." offered the officer, turning to leave. Malik waited for him to close the door completely before saying anything to the prisoner.
"To what honor do I deserve this visit?" asked Marvin, resting his cuffed hands in his lap. Malik stared at the big muscled drug dealer, images of his rape running fresh in his head. Marvin tilted his head sideways, as if trying to read his thoughts. "Cat got yur tongue?" he asked, staring the young officer back in the eye. Malik felt completely intimidated, like a child caught in his angry father's path. He swallowed hard, trying to gather the courage to face his rapist face to face.
"My name if officer Malik Jones!" he said, adding extra base to his voice. "I was working undercover to help stop the influx of drug parafanalia from passing through the city! You RAPED me while I was in the process of that case, and incidentally helped cause the death of an innocent 15 year old boy! How do you sleep at night?"
"Usually on top of the other asshole in my cell!" smiled Marvin, unaffected by Malik's statement. "Tell me officer Malik..., does yur pussy still scream my name like it did back at that drug house?" Malik was speechless. "Cuz my dick still gets hard every time I think of stickin it up yur cop ass!" teased Marvin, mercilessly. "Have you been gettin that pussy fed? Or have you been savin it all for me?" he asked in a seductive voice. "Did you bring it here today, for me to fuck?"
"You're crazy!" said Malik, finding the words to talk.
"I am?" asked Marvin, his eyes scanning down Malik's body. "Then why's yur dick hard then nigga? Why's it tryin to poke out of yur pants?" Malik looked down, and to his absolute horror, found that his cock was indeed tenting out the front of his slacks. There was no hiding his excitement. No matter how tough he tried to act, it was obvious what he had come there for. "You want another taste of my dick?" asked the drug dealer, reaching up to unzip his orange colored jumpsuit. Malik broke out in a sweat. "Why don't you come on around here...? I won't tell nobody that you brought me here to seduce me." smiled Marvin, his arm moving back and forth as if he were jacking off.
Malik looked back at the door. A small observation window stood about head high, so that an officer could look in and see if everything was okay or if a visitor needed help of some sort. Malik walked over to the door, and knocked. The guard looked in, seeing Marvin still seated at the table, and opened the locked door.
"Could you do me a favor and go get yourself a cup of coffee or something? asked Malik, receiving a strange look from the guard. He looked back into the room at the prisoner, then at the detective. He figured Marvin wasn't being cooperative, and that Malik was probably going to use some rough tactics to get some information out of him. Tactics he didn't want the guard to be a witness to in a court of law. The guard nodded his head, agreeing to do as requested. "And officer..." called Malik. "...take your time."
Marvin continued to sit at the desk as Malik closed the door and stood with his back against the wall. Marvin motioned for Malik to come over, but Malik was too paralyzed to move. A wet spot dotted the front of his pants, where his trapped cock head throbbed. Marvin got up from his seat, his cuffed hands still in front of him as his huge hard tree trunk thick like cock came into view outside the zipper of the orange jumpsuit. Malik fought the urge to run as he pressed his back against the wall, his eyes locked onto the huge cock which came closer and closer. "So you want to do it over here, eh?" asked Marvin, his dick swaying back and forth in front of him. "Scared somebody might look through the window and see us on the table? I got it chief, I understand."
Soon, Marvin was standing directly in front of him. The big 5 foot 11, 250 lbs thick man of muscle placed his cuffed hands on the wall over Malik's head, and smiled down at him. Malik felt small compared to him at 5 foot 9, and 145 lbs, he sank to his knees in front of the prisoner, looking him cock head to face. Without saying a word, he leaned forward and started licking the bloated head. Marvin moaned as Malik swabbed it with his mouth and tongue, then took it between his lips and began to suck.
Malik felt as if the situation was surreal. He felt as if he were watching a movie, an outsider looking in on himself and a convict. He felt helpless, despite the convict being handcuffed in the middle of Police Headquarters. He knew what he was doing was stupid, that if he got caught, it would mean the end of his job as a police officer. He knew Captain McConnell would be furious, that he would be shamed and the laughing stalk of every officer in the city.
But something compelled him to do this. To jeopardize his career and his self respect. To jeopardize his comfortable relationship with the Captain, a Captain that has been nothing but good to him. Malik pushed McConnell out of his mind, feeling guilty about cheating on the man he was now living with on a day to day basis. He concentrated on the task at hand, sucking the big fat beer can thick cock that he could barely stretch his mouth around.
Marvin Rollins was a man used to botched "head jobs". Gifted (and sometimes cursed) with a big fat 10" ass splitting dick, he was quite used to people being unable to swallow his near elephant cock. All through his sex life experience, he's had to contend with teeth mark and teeth mark, nicks, cut, and scratches. Which is why he preferred fucking to oral sex. But alas, most sensibly minded people didn't want to be gorged on his thick long pole for long, thus is why he usually has to force his victims into taking it. Once in a while he comes across a male or female like Malik, scared but willing. He knew what Malik wanted the minute he saw him in the court room, standing in the back thinking he was out of sight. Marvin knew Malik was obsessed with his dick the second time he showed up at the drug house, knowing he was going to get fucked again. He protested and fought to save face, but his hard dick and throaty moans betrayed his protest. And his untouched climaxes showed his true desire to be fucked and dominated.
Marvin watched Malik struggle to get his cock into his mouth. Unable to handle more than one quarter, Marvin knew their time was limited and that he had to take matters into his own hands. "Stand up" he ordered the officer. When Malik stood, Marvin turned him to face the wall. Then he got down behind the detective and ripped his pants and underwear down around his ankles in one strong swoop, exposing his round brown ass cheeks.
"Sweet..." smiled Marvin, licking his lips as he pressed his face in between. Malik gasped as Marvin wedged his face up in his ass, and started licking his hole. Marvin grabbed one of the cheeks with his huge hands, trying to pull them apart, but was handicapped by the handcuffs. He swabbed the hole as best he could with as much spit as he could generate before standing up behind Malik, and pushing his huge hard dick head up to the hole.
Malik held his breath as his anus was pressed upon. He bit his lower lip as the head penetrated him, burying into his buttock. His sphincter muscles tightened, trying to block access, but Marvin wasn't having it. He pushed Malik roughly flat against the wall, then shoved his hips forward. Malik grit his teeth, trying not to yell aloud. His hole stretched as the fat cock burrowed into his buttock. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to endure the pain as more and more dick passed through him. Marvin pulled his forearm into a head lock around Malik's neck, trapping him in place as he forced the last few inches of his thick pole up into his ass. Malik was in severe pain, but his cock was brick hard and leaking serious pre-cum.
"This's what you want, ain't it cop man?" asked Marvin, grounding his pelvis against Malik's exposed ass. Malik groaned as the huge cock churned around in his bowels, feeling like a telephone pole instead of a human dick. "This's what you came here for..., to sit on the end of my dick! Rite? You wanted me to fuck you one more time before my sentence, didn't you?" he asked, pulling back, -dragging Malik's inner lining out around the girth of his cock. "Punk ass police man! Coming all the way down here to get fucked up yur faggot ass!" he added, ramming his hips forth. Malik's body tensed as the dick punched its way through his bowels like a battering ram, leaving nothing but wreckage in its wake. He grunted, gritting his teeth so hard that he feared making them shatter.
"Take this dick, bitch!" whispered Marvin, holding Malik in a death grip as he hammered and humped at his petite little compact buttock. His thick cock sliced through the anus, parting the butt cheeks in half as it fucked deep and hard into his guts. "Take this shit, mother-fucker! You know you want it! I knew it from the first moment I saw yur lil' faggot ass staring at me in that basement! The way yur eyes roamed all over my body like you were sizing me up! I knew back then that you wanted this big dick up yur ass! You punk ass pussie-boi!" he insulted, making Malik's cock drip even more. "It's a damn shame they let pussies like you on the force..., how you supposed to take me down if you can't stay off the end of my dick?" laughed Marvin sadistically, tearing down Malik's self esteem with every insult. "Wish I could take this ass to prison with me..., I'd love to whore you out to all the other inmates, make you take every big black dick nigga on my block, and pocket all the money from it! Would you like that bitch? You want to be my personal whore?"
Malik didn't speak, indeed he was too ashamed and weak to make comments as his ass was being so royally raped. He pressed both hands up against the wall for support, to keep from being knocked unconscious after every thrust which sent him head first into the wall. Marvin still held him in a lock, fucking hard into his ass as he increased the pace. He knew the guard wouldn't be gone for long, 5 to 10 minutes tops! He had to act fast, and bust his nutt quick, or not at all.
Marvin had to admit, that detective Malik's asshole felt pretty damn good wrapped around his dick. He would love to have a cell-mate whose ass felt this good and warm, but the pussy he was currently working over was another virgin hole, which bleed like a cut womb whenever he fucked it. Malik's hole had obviously been busted well. Not only was he taking Marvin's cock better than he did back at the drug house, he was doing it with less struggle and less moaning, which meant someone was tapping that ass on the regular.
Malik felt his balls tighten, amidst the viscous fucking he was enduring. He gasped and panted for breath as the cum exploded out of the head of his cock, splattering against the wall of the room without even touching himself. Marvin felt the detective's orgasm, which triggered his own, he fucked into the spasming anus with deep hard strokes, until he felt himself hosing the insides with a humongous load. He shoved his dick all the way up inside, causing Malik to stand on his tip-toes. Then he emptied his ball contents into the detective's ass, his thick cock pulsing and jerking like a boiled sausage ready to bust. After he was done cumming, he released his grip, and pulled his spent cock from the cop's ass. Malik felt relief once the cock exited his stuffed hole. Marvin stumbled backwards across the room and into the table and chairs, exhausted by the heavy orgasm.
"WHEW!" he sighed, smiling ear to ear. "Guess I really needed that shit! Been a while since I had some pussie THAT good!" he said, causing Malik to blush as he bent over to pull up his pants. "In fact..., I ain't had no ass that tight, since I fucked yur lil' friend that night he shot himself in the head after I fucked him! Remember that?" (in chap-12).
Malik felt a wave of anger flush over him, as Marvin sat leaning against the edge of the table, smiling at him with a cocky grin and his limp but fat cock hanging out of his jumpsuit.
"Louis was a good kid..., he was only 15 when you sodomized him!" snapped Malik.
"You mean yur 15 year old boyfriend?" asked Marvin, causing a chill to run through Malik. "Yeh, I know you were fuckin him..., or should I say, -he was fuckin you, since you ARE the bitch!" corrected Marvin, enjoying the silence that washed over Malik. "But it's all good officer detective! I can keep a secret..., provided you do me a favor." Malik knew he was in trouble.
"What favor?" he asked, fastening his pants.
"Well, I wasn't lying about wantin to fuck that cute lil' ass of yurs some more. So I propose that you bring it to me in jail after I'm sentenced..., say once a week, until my sentence is carried out?" suggested Marvin.
"You're crazy! That could be years!" said Malik, flabbergasted.
"Yup. But just think of all the fun we'll have fucking!" smiled Marvin. "We got a deal, detective Malik?"
"Do I have a choice?" asked the officer.
"You certainly do..., but I think you picked the right one." said Marvin, just as the guard came back from his break.
"You done in here?" he asked Malik, holding the door open.
"uh..., yes. Yes, I'm done." said Malik, exiting the room. The guard motioned for Marvin to follow him, then noticed the prisoner's dick hanging out of his jumpsuit.
"It needed some air." smirked Marvin, tucking it back in as he walked by the officer. The guard shook his head, then happened to look over at the wall before turning off the lights, and saw some sort of wet liquid running down the wall.
Later that night... PATROL
Officers Jake Valentine and Maleece Cortez were driving down Aramingo and Ridge Street, casually taking inventory of the neighborhood, -and trying to relate as little as possible. Cortez seemed to be in denial of his actions from the other night when he was drunk, and sexually assaulted Jake in his home. Jake sat in the passenger's seat, wondering if last night had been a dream of some sort. He dismissed that notion when he recalled the tender numbness of his hole that morning, a sure sign of a good fucking. He didn't understand why officer Cortez was being so distant, especially after what they did last night. Sure he must have had some attraction for Jake, otherwise how could his cock have stayed hard during the entire sex act?
Jake's thoughts were interrupted when Cortez suddenly slammed on the breaks, and shinned a spot light into the an empty lot, only to spot 4 males huddled in what looked like a drug transaction. "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" yelled Cortez, jumping out of the cruiser.
"Maleece..., wait!" yelled Jake, wanting to call the chase into the Precinct. But Cortez was already disappearing down the alley, Jake didn't want to lose sight of his partner incase he needed back-up, so he ran after him.
He ran on foot, chasing after his partner into the darkness. He stopped at the foot of the alley, hearing voices in 2 different directions. He followed the ones closest to him, jumping a fence and running through someone's back yard. He saw a figure darting through some brush, and he ran fast to catch up to it. He huddled a few more fences, and ran through about 6 back yards before he was suddenly ambushed and attacked by several guys at once. Someone tripped him, causing him to land flat on his face while others started roughing him up, hitting him but not trying to hard to hurt him badly. He reached for his gun, but was denied access as he was quickly subdued and dragged into a nearby building.
"I'm a police officer!" yelled Jake, as a bag was thrown over his head and his hands were cuffed behind his back with his own cuffs. He was roughly thrown onto a table top, and his clothes roughly removed. Jake kicked and screamed for help, receiving a few more bruises for resisting.
"Shut the fuck up!" yelled one of the voices, as his utility belt was undone and thrown to the ground. Next to come off were his uniform pants and his underwear, exposing Jake's cock, balls, and hairless bottom as they bunched down around his ankles.
"I'm a cop! You..., you can't do this...!" yelled Jake, physically afraid as they roughly flipped him over on his stomach. Jake was pulled down to the edge of the table, his legs kicked apart as hands grabbed at his ass and pulled the big fat pale white cheeks apart.
"Damn, look at that hole!" said one of the voices, admiring Jake's asshole.
"It's hairless..., does he fucking shave it?" asked another voice.
"Probably does..." said a 4th voice. "...fucking faggot! Who wants to pop this cherry first? How bout you, -C?"
"No! Stop! I'm..., I'm an officer for christ's sakes! You can't do this! This is rape!" shouted Jake, hoping to alarm them. Instead, he felt something slick being poured onto his hold, and 3 fingers being roughly shoved inside.
"He's all wet, go ahead -C!" said a voice.
"NO!" yelled Jake, feeling someone ("C") move up behind him. He felt the man wedge himself between his legs, then ram his hard cock into his greased asshole. "AAARRHHH!!" screamed Jake, feeling his anal walls rip open as the cock buried deep.
"Yeah..., fuck that asshole!" said someone, as C started to do just that.
Jake grunted from each plunge the man made into his ass, holding his hips as he slapped his pelvis into Jake's bare buttock. The cock stretched Jake's anal ring as it moved back and forth, aided by the slick lube which helped it glide along almost effortlessly.
"How's it feel? Is it good?" asked someone, talking to the man called "C". C didn't answer, he was a quiet fucker whom seemed to let his dick do the talking. Soon he had Jake's ass cheeks jiggling with each plunge as slapping sounds filled the room. Jake could feel the cock moving deep in his gut, then felt it throb and pulse, and knew the man was filling his gut with cum. C groaned when his orgasm hit. After a few seconds, he pulled out, making room for the next fucker.
"Yeah man, let me at that ass!" said man #2. He stood directly behind Jake where C had just been, and rammed his hard cock straight up into Jake's now cummy hole. "aahhh yeeeahhhh...! Fucker's nice and tight! Wet too!" added #2, wasting no time in the saddle.
Jake grunted and groaned as #2 fucked him hard and steady, gripping his waist tightly while hammering hard into the white ass before him. Jake could see nothing, the room was completely black to him with the hood over his face. He couldn't see nor describe his attackers as they fucked him, seemingly without fear or care of police back-up or getting caught. They took their time fucking him, each enjoying the hot tightness of his body as his hole bought them to a climax.
"aaahhhh, yeeaaahhhh..!!" shouted #2, losing his load up Jake's ass after about 8 minutes of fucking.
He pulled out, slapping Jake's rump hard as he made room for the next guy. #3 got into position, the rammed his dick through the fucked anal ring. Jake grunted as the dick pushed into him, coating itself in the cum of the first 2 fuckers. Jake no longer protested, as he simply gave in, hoping he would leave this experience alive, and not bleeding on the floor with his throat cut or a bullet lodged in his brain.
Fucker #3 reached down under Jake, searching for his cock. "Yo..., this fucker's HARD as shit, man! He likes getting fucked up the ass!" he announced, wrapping his hand around the 7 inch hard phallas as he pumped away at Jake's hole.
"No secret there..., he hasn't moved a muscle to defend himself since we started fucking him!" said #2, watching from a distance. "Asshole don't deserve to be a cop! Look at him..., he's a fucking WHORE!"
Jake felt completely ashamed by his erection. The fuckers had been right, his reaction was very unbecoming of an officer. Having already been raped by officers Gardner and Cooper (on separate occasions), he knew the best defense was to simply let the attackers have what they wanted. But no self respecting police officer would never allow himself to be taken in such a manner by ordinary street trash. Jake figured these guys to be drug dealers, or worse yet, -crack addicts, raping him and forcing him to take their loads. But with his hands securely locked behind his back, and a hood over his head to protect their identities, there was little to nothing he could do aside from making matters worse. He just hoped his partner didn't accidentally happen upon him in this state, -handcuffed and raped with a hardon! How would he ever live that indignity down?
Rapist #3 lasted the longest thus far, surpassing the 10 minute mark before he unloaded his sperm into Jake's valley. Jake felt the fat cock pulsing inside him as the fucker continued to milk Jake's hardon. Jake had just managed to keep from cumming when the man removed his hand and his dick, to allow someone else a turn. Fucker #4 took his place, shoving his dick in deep as he continued the hand action on Jake's throbbing boner. "Let's see which one of us can make this pussy cum!" he challenged, fisting Jake's cock harder as he fucked.
Jake moaned in despair, there was no use denying that he found being sexually ravaged by a group of strangers exciting. Knowing there was no escape, he decided to make it more interesting by arching his back to give the rapist a deeper target to fuck. #4 noticed Jake's willingness, and took full advantage of his involvement by fucking him ever deeper. Jake grunted, feeling his body betray him as it started to really react to the punishment it was receiving.
"Fuck that bitch" said #2, encouraging the rape. "Show that asshole who's the boss, man! Fuck him harder!" he ordered. #4 picked up the pace, abandoning Jake's cock as he gripped his hips with both hands to really try and pulverize the asshole. Jake spread his legs wider, giving the man direct entry. The fuck lasted only 4 more minutes before #4 came a geyser of hot cum up Jake's flooded ass.
"MY turn!" said #5, placing his fat cock head up to Jake's dripping hole. He speared the young 20 year old officer on his dick, then fucked him like a runaway train, lifting Jake's feet up off the floor as he power drove himself straight through his beaten bottom like a service tunnel.
Jake withered and groaned on the new cock, taken by storm as the man took full control over him and fucked him like a rag doll. He grabbed the back of the hood, twisting the opening around Jake's neck as he pulled his chest up off the table while he continued to fuck him hard. Jake's breathing was interrupted as the opening of the bag closed around his neck, leaving only the oxygen inside for him to breath. Panicking, Jake started to struggle as the man held him tightly. He fucked into the soft spasming hole, bringing his chest to Jake's back as he whispered in his ear. "Pussies like you deserve to be fucked like bitches!" he growled, pumping fast as his dick piston in and out. "You don't deserve to walk around in a uniform, acting like you the shit because you made the force! This is where you belong, in the gutter, getting your back broke out by any swinging dick that comes your way! You ain't nothing but a dirty fag..., and we're gonna enjoy fucking the shit out of you from now on!" said the man, triggering Jake's orgasm as he suddenly started shooting cum from his cock like streamers. "Yeah bitch, make you cum!" he said, before slamming Jake back down on the table and fucking him harder.
Jake gasped for air as the oxygen ran out in his bag, he was starting to feel light head when man #5 suddenly rammed his cock forth, and came! "AARRRHHH YEEEAAHHH!" he shouted, firing wave upon hot wave of cum into Jake's burning hole.
Jake felt the cock leave his anus after several minutes, but continued to lay there incase the men weren't done. Air rushed back into the bag after the man released him. Jake was able to breath again, as he lay flat against the table in a pool of his own sperm. He waited for their next move, but nothing happened. He listened, holding his labored breath to see if they were even still in the room. After declaring them gone, he stood up and shook the bag from his head. It slipped off and fell to the ground as Jake looked around at his surrounding.
He appeared to be in a basement of some sort. A lone low hanging light bulb shown over head, casting the room in dim light. He could see that the place was derelict, probably someone's old abandon house in the middle of the block. He had been leaning against an old dirty table left behind by the owners, a broken washing machine and a few old boxes completed the furnishings. Jake noticed the keys to his hand cuffs laying on the table beside his cum puddle. Jake turned his back to the table, and reached for the keys backwards. Then he unlocked his cuffs, and redressed himself before leaving the building by the back door.
He drew his weapon, just incase they had anymore surprises. He walked cautiously through each yard, going back the way he came. He could feel the remnants of his attackers cum dribbling form his ravaged and abused hole as he slowly hurdled each fence. He decided to head back to the squad car, incase his partner had returned looking for him. When he made his way back to the street, he was about 3 police cruisers, all flashing their red and blue lights. He sheathed his weapon, then made it back across the street through traffic to his car.
"Where you been? We been looking for you!" asked officer Cortez, talking with the other officers from their Precinct, -officers; Peterson, Duncan, Lewis, and Reynolds. They were all looking at Jake with contempt, as if he were the classified "fuck up" in their unit. Jake couldn't take their condescending stares, especially after he'd just been raped, -again.
"I was looking for YOU!" answered Jake. "I followed you through the alley, but I couldn't find you. Did you catch the perps?"
"I lost them." answered Cortez, walking back to his cruiser. "We'll see you guys back at the Precinct." he said to the others, as the other officers paired off into their own units. Jake got into the passenger's seat, his underwear already sticking to his ass.
"You okay?" asked Cortez, concerned by the pained expression on Jake's face.
"I'm alright..., just..., fell while I was running after you." he lied, as Cortez drove on down the street.
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