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Punished By The Police MMM

9/4/2004

God I was tired. I had been to a late night cruise bar in the
hope of picking someone up, but some nights it seems to be
just the same old faces. Uninteresting ones at that. I got
really bored so downed my last pint, got in my car and started
on the fifty minute drive home. It was the end of the week
and I’d gone out straight from work, bringing my ‘overnight
gear’ with me in case I got lucky, and I had been drinking
steadily all night. I could still see in focus and walk in
a straight line and so I felt sober enough to drive, or so
I thought.
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<br>

The streetlight flashing past on the edge of town soon started
to have a hypnotic effect on me and, by the time I was out in
open country, I felt my eyelids starting to get heavy.
<br>

‘Well that was a waste of time and fucking money, ’ I said
to myself as I tried to stifle a yawn.
<br>

<br>

<br>

It started to dawn on me that I probably wouldn’t make it
home without having some sort of accident after all, it
was getting near impossible to fight off sleep. I was approaching
a place called ‘Cider Woods’, a pick nick and parking area
set back from the road and hidden among trees and decided
to stop there for a sleep. Once recovered I would carry on
home. It seemed like a good plan at the time.
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<br>

It was a hot, August night. The air was still and thick with
heat and, once the air conditioning went off in the car I
started to sweat uncomfortably. There had been no other
cars in the car park, it was well after midnight and I had
parked up in the most secluded part so I judged it o.k. to
strip off, put the diver’s seat right back and lie down.
I was still up tight at not finding trade and still needed
to jerk off before I could properly settle down. I turned
on the interior light, took one of my one-hander story books
from the glove compartment, and had a read.
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I’m a top, always heave been, I have never had anyone touch
my arse apart from the occasional rimming, and I like reading
stories about other tops. How they give those smooth young
bottoms something to scream about as they pound their asses
with their huge hairy meat. I’d only read a few pages before
I spurted over my stomach and chest. That really finished
me off. I chucked the book on the passenger seat with my clothes,
flicked off the light and more or less passed out.
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<br>

<br>

I don’t know exactly how much time had passed, but I was suddenly
woken by a sharp tapping on the window. It took me a moment
of grogginess to realise where I was and that a torch was
being shone through the glass and into my face. And then
I heard a deep, growling voice that made my blood freeze.

<br>

‘What do you think you’re doing?’
<br>

<br>

<br>

I shielded the light from my eyes enough to see the face.
A slightly overweight police officer with a thick moustache
and a sarcastic grin on his face was looking into the car
and searching around it with his flashlight.
<br>

‘Oh, hi..’ I stammered as I sat bolt upright, trying to adjust
the car seat. ‘I stopped because I was tired. It was dangerous
for me to drive on…’
<br>

‘Is that so?’ the policeman’s gaze returned to my face before
slowly travelling down my body, following the trail made
by his flashlight.
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<br>

<br>

I remembered that I was naked, swore and made a grab for my
clothes.
<br>

‘Don’t touch anything and get out of the car.’ His voice
had lost its sarcastic edge, now it was full of menace and
he was opening my door.
<br>

‘But I’m naked…’ I tried to say. I was embarrassed and starting
to get worried.
<br>

‘Just get out of the car now, ’ he ordered. ‘And leave those
clothes where they are.
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<br>

<br>

A strong hand landed on my shoulder and started to tug me
from safety. I climbed out, trying to cover my modesty with
my hands, and stood there looking at my feet. I remember
thinking ‘it’s cooler outside than in the car, ’ before
my scrambled thoughts were interrupted.
<br>

‘Hands down by your sides, ’ the policeman barked.
<br>

I nervously moved them as he told me to. I felt a slight breeze
brush against my balls which tingled and shrank right up.

<br>

‘Well now, ’ he said grabbing me abruptly by my hair. ‘What
do we have here?’ He pushed my head back to stare straight
into my face. ‘What have you been up to lying there naked?
And with… what’s that? A queer porn mag lying open on the
seat next to you. You some kind of pervert?’
<br>

‘No, ’ I protested. ‘I undressed because it was so hot,
I told you I had to stop or else I’d have had an accident.’

<br>

<br>

<br>

His expression did not change and my confidence waned.

<br>

‘I’d been out at a bar and… well, I wanted to… That is…’
<br>

<br>

<br>

He smirked, his moustache rose slightly on one side and
he turned his head.
<br>

‘Hey Mike, ’ he called back into the night. ‘Looks like
we’ve found us some kind of pervert.’
<br>

<br>

<br>

It was then that I realised that there was more than one of
them. I saw a figure walk across the headlight beam of the
police car and approach. He was slightly younger than the
officer who still held me by the head and was more muscular,
better built. When he came close enough I could see a face
sneering from behind a dark beard.
<br>

‘Fucking pervert, ’ he spat as he looked first at me and
then at the older cop. ‘What you gunna do with him sir?’
<br>

<br>

<br>

I was starting to get scared now and tried to say something
in protest at the way they were treating me.
<br>

‘Shut up and speak only when told to, scumbag, ’ the older
officer clipped my ear. ‘I reckon we should check him over
and make sure he’s not hiding anything. Get over here.’

<br>

<br>

<br>

His powerful fingers twisted the hair at the back of my neck
as he pushed me around towards the back of the car. I was shoved
hard and nearly stumbled but he gripped me like a vice and
pointed me to face the boot of the car.
<br>

‘Now bend over that boy, I want to see if you’re hiding anything…up
there, ’ he pushed me roughly down.
<br>

‘You can’t do this…’ I tried to resist but he was too strong
and bent me over.
<br>

‘Say one more word boy and I’ll make you very sorry, ’ he
hissed sharply.
<br>

<br>

<br>

He pressed my face side on to the metal of the boot, held me
there and shouted, ‘Mike, check what’s in the car and bring
it out. All of it.’
<br>

<br>

<br>

I knew what was in there and I knew that them finding it wouldn’t
do me any favours. I tried one more time to speak.
<br>

‘Look…’
<br>

Smack! A sharp slash of pain stopped me dead. And then another.
Smack. He had spanked my arse so hard I nearly had the wind
knocked out of me.
<br>

‘I told you not to speak didn’t I? You piece of shit.’
<br>

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<br>

Another three, really hard hits brought tears to my eyes.
I heard the sound of the slaps echo into the deserted black
woods around me. I was totally helpless. And my arse was
stinging like mad. Abruptly he stopped and said, ‘that’s
just for starters. Do as you’re told and it might turn out
fine. Time to look up that arse of yours and see what you’re
hiding.’
<br>

<br>

<br>

Oh God, no! I thought. Nobody had ever been there, I’d never
allowed it. I was a top, always, I’d never let anyone get
that kind of power over me.
<br>

‘Stay in that position and don’t move lad, ’ he ordered.

<br>

<br>

<br>

I felt him squat down behind me and his rough hands started
to part the cheeks of my smacked arse. Parted them so far
I thought I would split.
<br>

<br>

<br>

Suddenly I heard a thud and the rattle of metal hitting the
ground just behind me.
<br>

‘You were right sir, ’ the other cop said. ‘He is a pervert,
a fucking queer. Look at all this stuff.’
<br>

<br>

<br>

The one in charge must have looked at what had been tipped
from my bag, my ‘overnight gear’, but he kept my cheeks spread
as far apart from each other as was possible as he said, ‘holly
shit! You are one sick mother…’ Then he paused before saying,
‘mind you, some of this might come in handy.’
<br>

<br>

<br>

What was he on about? I knew what had been in the bag, I knew
what hey were looking at, and I knew the kind of things I did
with it, on my subs. I was nervous, I lost control and farted.

<br>

‘You dirty bastard, ’ the older cop shouted.
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<br>

<br>

He stood up quickly, put one hand on the middle of my back
and slapped at my right arse cheek with his other. Smack.
Smack. Smack. And then he changed hands and attacked the
other side. Smack. Smack. Smack.
<br>

‘Do you think you’re clever? I’ll teach you not to be clever
with me, ’ he grunted with the rhythm of his smacking.
<br>

<br>

<br>

My arse felt red raw and with every slap my groin was pushed
into the hard steel of the back of the car. Even though I was
scared shitless my dick seemed to have a will of its own.
It grew harder with every smack.
<br>

<br>

<br>

After several minutes of constant spanking the policeman
finally said, ‘that’s enough for now.’ He was hardly out
of breath. ‘Have you learned your lesson boy?’
<br>

‘Yes sir, ’ I gasped back weakly.
<br>

‘Good lad. That’s what I like to hear.’ He ran the palm of
his hand over my hot, swollen arse. ‘Mike, pass me that Hot
Lube.’
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<br>

My mind started to race again. What was he going to do now?
I didn’t have time to think further, he answered for me buy
pulling my left arse cheek painfully to one side.
<br>

<br>

<br>

‘Like I said I’m going to see if you got anything hidden up
inside that smooth skinned arse of yours. I’ve put this
cream on my fingers and I’m gunna inspect you now. Don’t
move. Mike, you keep these rosy cheeks apart for me so I can
get a proper look.’
<br>

‘Sure thing sir. Don’t mind if I do.’
<br>

<br>

<br>

I felt ‘Mike’ put his solid hands on my arse and spread my
cheeks open. I couldn’t believe what was happening. And
I couldn’t believe that my cock, now fully stiff, was starting
to leak.
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<br>

The older policeman put his finger straight on my hole and
started spreading the lube around the rim. He was unexpectedly
gentle, in contrast to the rough spanking he’d just dealt
me and this caught me off guard. I let out a small moan of pleasure.
Before the sting of the hot lube started to take effect and
my hole clamped shut against the pain.
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<br>

<br>

But then his finger was pressing against that puckered
entrance, the gel allowing him to force his finger tip just
inside. Then he started to rotate it.
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<br>

All of a sudden I realised that I was actually enjoying this.
As long as they didn’t tell me to turn around and display
the erection I was trying to hide from them. I knew that would
mean real trouble. The fingertip was removed quickly and
my sphincter felt looser than it had before.
<br>

‘Hey Mike, ’ he was saying, ‘get your head closer and have
a good look at this.’
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<br>

<br>

There was the sound of feet scuffling into another position
and then, without warning, the finger was shoved back in.
This time it felt like he’d jabbed me with all of it, I gritted
my teeth and drew in a sharp breath. Once again the finger
was rotated for a few seconds and then he started to pull
it out. Before it was fully out though he slid it back in;
making me wince. I felt it search around inside me. I felt
the two cops so close behind me that their breath was hot
against my glowing flesh. Out came the finger, nearly all
the way, and then right back in again, a little further each
time. I was aware of whispering behind me, I wondered what
they were saying.
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<br>

<br>

And then, without warning, two fingers were shoved deep
inside me. The pain shot through me and I cried out. My protest
was met by a few more slaps. This time, I guessed from Mike,
they were harder, his hands were larger.
<br>

‘For good measure, ’ I heard him say and my cock dribbled
more precum.
<br>

‘Can’t seem to feel anything there, ’ the one in charge
said and I started to relax, thinking that this would soon
be over. ‘Guess we’ll just have to look deeper.’
<br>

<br>

<br>

Deeper! What the fuck did he mean?
<br>

<br>

‘Stand up boy, ’ the policeman ordered. He grabbed me by
the hair again and pulled me up straight, turned me around.

<br>

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<br>

My face felt as red hot as my arse as my hard on swung around
and into view.
<br>

‘Jesus sir, ’ I heard Mike say as he grabbed me by the shoulders.
I had closed my eyes against my embarrassment. ‘Look at
this, he’s been enjoying himself!’
<br>

‘Well, we can put a stop to that, ’ the other one grunted.
‘We’ll take him in there, to the clearing behind those trees.
We’ll finish the inspection there. You, ’ he barked at
me, ‘pick up this stuff and carry it.’
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<br>

With that, Mike released me and kicked at the bag at my feet.
I opened my eyes but did not dare look at the two of them. I
quickly picked up my bag of gear before being shoved towards
the blackness of the woods ahead.
<br>

<br>

<br>

‘That arse is really red raw, ’ I heard the older guy whisper
into my ear as we walked. ‘You enjoying this boy?’
<br>

‘Yes…no. No, I’m not….sorry…I…’ I was both excited and
scared. ‘I’m confused.’
<br>

‘Good. You’ll be even more confused before long. Stand
still.’
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<br>

From what I could make out in the dim light of approaching
dawn we had reached a small clearing in the woods. Not far
from the car park and the silent road. A semi circle of trees
stood around like voyeurs in a back room, shadows waited
between their trunks and nothing moved in the stillness
behind them.
<br>

<br>

<br>

‘Get on your knees and put your hands on the ground, ’ I was
ordered. ‘I have to finish my inspection.’
<br>

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<br>

I dropped the bag and did as I was instructed.
<br>

‘What now sir?’ I heard Mike ask and there was an enthusiasm
to his voice that I hadn’t noticed before.
<br>

‘I want you to inspect him this time, ’ his boss directed.
‘I’ll keep those cute cheeks apart. You, spread your legs
wider lad.’
<br>

<br>

<br>

I moved them slightly, pine needles and twigs sticking
into my knees. A boot kicked against my ankle, there was
the sound of quick movement and he shouted, ‘wider!’
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<br>

<br>

A palm, feeling like a wooden paddle, landed hard against
the centre of my crack, slapping hot air and flesh against
my stinging kin. ‘Wider!’ Another slap right on the centre
brought a dull numbness to my open hole. And then the numbness
went and the soreness returned. I did as I was told straight
away. I was trying to figure out what was happening, why
I was enjoying this treatment and I was wondering what they
were going to do to me next.
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<br>

<br>

Then I felt hands spreading my cheeks wide open again and
felt the night air rush around, trying to cool me down. But
it did not stay there long. A thick finger started to invade
my hole, this time the probing was more amateurish, compared
to the boss’ treatment. Mike was rougher, quicker, not
as sensitive. This time he shoved in right up to the hilt
and I felt more pain than I had experienced before. I thought
I would pass out; my breath was taken from me.
<br>

<br>

<br>

The finger rested for a second and then started to move;
left then to the right and then in circles. And the pain started
to go away as he slowly withdrew, opening me up more with
his knuckles. I’d never felt anything like it in my life.
Suddenly I didn’t want it to stop. My cock was rock solid
and painfully swollen and my head was light and spinning.

<br>

<br>

<br>

Mike pushed in again with such force that my face was forced
to the ground and another moan escaped from my dry mouth.

<br>

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<br>

All at once the older policeman let go of my cheeks and moved
around in front of me. He jerked my head up from the floor
and made me look at him.
<br>

‘You enjoying having that finger up your arse then, eh?
Are you getting off on it?’
<br>

‘I…’
<br>

‘Eh? Do you want more boy?’
<br>

<br>

<br>

I didn’t have time to answer as he ignored me and looked up
to his deputy. ‘I think you should try using that on him, ’
he was indicating something out of my sight and leaned away
to reach for it. He turned back to face me again. ‘Let’s see
if you still enjoy it, with this, ’ he said and held up my
own thick, black dildo before shuffling around behind
me.
<br>

<br>

<br>

I knew I was in trouble. A finger hurt badly enough, I knew
I would not be able to cope with a thing that size. I used it
on my trade, I forced it into them, other people liked having
that shoved in their insides. Not me.
<br>

<br>

<br>

Mike’s finger pulled out with a popping sound and I grunted
at the sudden release. The next thing I knew I could feel
the slippery, rubber end of the dildo sliding up and down
my crack. I held my breath, screwed up my eyes and felt the
deputy slowly start to push it in.
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<br>

<br>

I wanted to scream the forest down. The pain was almost too
much to tolerate and I felt as if my arse was going to split
wide open. Mike started to apply a bit more pressure and
another inch was forced in. Then he withdrew it a little
and I breathed again. But then a quick shove, a searing hot
pain and I realised that, so far, only the head had gone in.
My hole clamped up around the rim of the rubber cock-head
like it was trying to grip it, to stop it going further. But
to no avail. I was in fucking agony as the thing was slid in
another merciless inch.
<br>

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<br>

And yet, at the same time, my cock was ready to explode. I’d
never felt pleasure and pain like this before. Never felt
the two things so perfectly opposed. I didn’t know if I could
stand this without passing out but I did know that now I didn’t
want it to stop.
<br>

<br>

<br>

I could feel Mike’s fingers scraping against my raw arse
cheeks and realised that the dildo was all the way in. My
breathing calmed as he rested there, letting me recover,
and slowly the pain subsided. I adjusted, I relaxed and
then all I felt was pure ecstasy.
<br>

<br>

<br>

And then the rhythm started. Slowly at first. Mike gently
pulled the dildo back, I felt its wide rim pull at the inside
of my sphincter, it relaxed and the rubber rod was free.
Then he pushed it slowly back inside and this time my muscle
let it in without resistance. I felt the shaft get swallowed
as six inches of pleasure made itself at home, slowly, gently,
smoothly. His fist met with my glowing flesh pushing my
whole body forward, and he twisted the thing, scraping
his knuckles against me before pulling it back out again.

<br>

<br>

<br>

His rhythm quickened, sliding it into me, twisting it,
pulling it out. In again, his fist against my skin, I could
feel the material of his uniform brush against my legs and
I could feel his weight as he sat across one of my legs. And
this time when he pulled it back out something remained.
His other hand cupped my balls and began to play with them.
He clenched his fist around them, unclenched, squeezed
again.
<br>

‘I can’t believe how excited he is sir, ’ I heard him say.
‘He’s really enjoying this.’
<br>

<br>

<br>

With that he slid his hand up the shaft of my rock hard cock
and held it, one of his fingers exploring the precum that
moistened the swollen head. That was almost enough to send
me over the edge there and then but then I heard him say, ‘God,
he’s leaking cum all over the place, ’ as he slid the dildo
back inside me.
<br>

<br>

<br>

‘Let’s see if he likes this then.’ The older cop had reappeared
in front of me. He knelt down, grabbed my head and pushed
it towards the solid bulge in his trousers.
<br>

‘I don’t need to remind you not to do anything stupid boy, ’
he threatened while sliding his belt away from its loops.
‘You’re going to service my dick with that sweet, young
mouth of yours. And if I feel any teeth I’m gunna thrash you
with this, got it?’
<br>

<br>

<br>

I nodded. My mind was on keeping myself from coming as the
deputy massaged my cock and kept up his slow fucking with
the dildo. Before me the older cop pulled down his zip, reached
inside with one hand and eased out his cock. I forgot about
my own state when I saw it.
<br>

<br>

<br>

His circumcised head glistened purple in the half light
and crowned a long, dark shaft contoured with thick veins.
It grew out like a log from a thicket of black and grey pubes
and beneath it he released a set of weighty, wrinkled balls.
Taking his shaft in one fist he slapped it across my face
a few times and then instructed me to put it in my mouth.
<br>

<br>

<br>

I licked his precum from the tip.
<br>

‘Any bitch can do that boy, suck it!’
<br>

Mike slapped my arse so hard I could feel welts coming up.

<br>

‘Suck his fucking dick. Suck it good you cocksucker.’
<br>

<br>

<br>

I opened my mouth as far as it would go, I stretched it, felt
my lips pulled taught. I was scared that I wouldn’t be able
to take the thickness of the meat that was before me, scared
that I should scrape it and get more punishment. The boss
pushed his sweat-smelling cock head into my mouth and I
tried to take it all the way back. I only got half way before
I had to breathe. I tried to back off but he gripped my hair
tighter and pushed my head forward, impaling my face on
his cock.
<br>

‘Take it, take my dick, ’ he growled.
<br>

<br>

<br>

And I did. Going all the way down until my face was buried
in the furry mass of his pubes. I breathed through my nose,
sniffing in the smell of man sweat and the scent of his groin.
I was forced to slide the thing in and out of my mouth, saliva
started to lubricate my throat at last and I was able to take
his whole length to the hot recesses of my throat. All the
time Mike was matching the fucking my face was getting with
the fucking of my arse. As the dildo went in so the cop’s cock
was forced in. Mike was still pulling at my balls and torturing
my cock with his powerful fingers. Each time I felt like
I was going to shoot he would pull the dildo out and slap his
palm across my arse, bringing me back from the edge for a
split second while driving me ever closer to it.
<br>

<br>

<br>

After a few minutes the older cop’s grip on my head changed.
It was not so rough anymore, now he was holding me, then letting
me go, then grasping for me again. He started to grunt and
his cock started to twitch inside my mouth.
<br>

<br>

<br>

Suddenly he pushed me away and sat back on his haunches,
panting and wiping his forehead.
<br>

‘Here Mike, ’ he gasped, ‘you want some of this boy’s mouth?’

<br>

‘Yes please sir, ’ Mike replied eagerly.
<br>

<br>

<br>

My arse felt wide open as he pulled the dildo out for the last
time. I heard it thud to the ground as he rustled his way around
in front of me to change places with his boss. He stood before
me and I looked up at his muscled body as he stripped. It was
like he was giving me a chance to recover and enjoy the sight
of him slowly reveal his hard thighs, his hairy legs and
his cock. I thought the older cop’s cock had been big but
Mikes, though not quite as long, was fatter. His balls were
pulled up tight in anticipation though still swelled beneath
the solid mast of flesh, loaded and waiting to empty.
<br>

<br>

<br>

As soon as he knelt down I was on him. I didn’t wait to be told,
I knew what he wanted and I wanted it too. I savoured his taste,
sweeter than his boss’, his cock smoother, his pubes softer
but just as bushy.
<br>

<br>

<br>

Behind me the other policeman was investigating my arse
with his fingers again, massaging my prostate and bring
me to the edge of orgasm. He was not as controlled as Mike
and before I could stop myself I shot my load. My cock exploded
like a volcano at last and I felt a hot jet spurt up onto my
stomach. The cop behind me slapped hard at my arse and I shot
another load as I swallowed hard on Mike’s firm flesh.
<br>

<br>

<br>

‘I didn’t give you permission to come, boy, ’ the older
cop shouted and started to hit my arse with his belt.
<br>

<br>

<br>

This drove me to chew harder on the cop in front, my groans
of pleasure mixing with grunts of pain as he forced my head
down onto him. His hips thrust forward as his grip on my head
tightened and the belt seared across my burning flesh.
And then my mouth was filling with his hot juice as it splattered
against the back of my throat. I tried to swallow but more
came, filling my mouth as he jerked himself into my face,
circling his groin against me and shuddering. His cum filled
and dribbled from my mouth as yet more was unloaded into
it until finally he slowly pulled it away from me. And when
it was released into the cool dawn air it showed no signs
of softening.
<br>

<br>

<br>

The lashing from the belt had stopped.
<br>

‘Get your head down lad, ’ the strict voice behind me commanded.
‘I want to fill your arse with my dick.’
<br>

<br>

<br>

I was nervous again. His cock was thicker than the dildo
and longer. I didn’t know if I could take any more without
passing out. But I didn’t have time to think about it.
<br>

‘I’m going to fuck you raw boy, fuck you like you’ve never
been fucked before.’
<br>

<br>

<br>

I felt his heavy hands on the soreness of my arse flesh. They
scraped their way around to grab my hips and held me there
tight and unforgiving. Mike stood over me, one leg on either
side and squatted so that he could hold my cheeks apart for
his boss.
<br>

‘I wanna see this up close, ’ he said as he gripped my sides
with his knees, locking me into a position from which I could
not escape.
<br>

<br>

<br>

I felt the end of the old guy’s cut cock nudge against my slick
hole and a rush of panic spread through me. I stiffened,
my sphincter clenched. But the monster shaft of cop cock
broke it wide open again and slid right into me, up to the
hilt until, with one heave, his huge balls slapped against
me and nearly forced a second wad of cum from my own. There
was no pain after that, just exhilaration and I wanted more
as he pulled back. I pushed my arse down eagerly over his
cock again.
<br>

‘I’m the one doing the fucking not you, ’ he spat and spanked
me again with a new force.
<br>

<br>

<br>

I gave in to him and he started to fuck me. Slowly at first.
In, all the way, banging against my prostate, out again,
pulling me back over him, sliding out. Teasing turned to
pleasurable torture and I was ready to shoot again.
<br>

<br>

<br>

Then Mike was off me and kneeling in front of me, showing
me a dark, hairy arse crack.
<br>

‘Lick this and shove your tongue right up, ’ he ordered

<br>

<br>

<br>

I grabbed the pair of furry cheeks, pulled him towards me
and buried my head right in there. I could smell his flesh,
and the leather from the boots he still wore. Could feel
the heat from his body and the heat from the one behind who
was fucking me like a machine. On and on it went as the nightmare
turned into a fantastic dream and air started to warm with
the sun coming up behind the trees. Deeper drove the cop
behind me, deeper went my tongue into the one before me.

<br>

<br>

<br>

Until Mike turned around again and showed me that his meat
was ready for another sucking. I licked the dried cum from
its tip, tasted it again, ran my lips along his shaft as the
pounding on my arse intensified. I heard the other cop grunt,
shout, ‘oh fuck, I’m coming, ’ and felt his rod pull out
from my battered butt before firing round after round of
burning hot juice across my back. As he came he slapped my
arse with his hand and then with his cock, wiping the rest
of his jism into the hand prints his spanking had left on
me.
<br>

<br>

<br>

‘Your turn Mike, ’ he panted and came around to kneel in
front of me again. ‘You, wash this spunk off my dick.’
<br>

<br>

<br>

He turned me over onto my back, fell onto all fours himself
and dangled his still dripping cock over my face. I reached
for it keenly with my tongue as I felt Mike lift my legs, push
my knees back against my chest and, without warning, ram
his wide shaft deep inside my gaping hole. I would have screamed
at the savage pounding he dealt me but my throat was full
of the older policeman’s cut cock. His balls were squashing
on my eyelids and his hairy chest was rubbing against my
smooth, flat stomach as he fell forwards, taking my stiff
six inches into his own mouth. His moustache played against
the downy covering of my tight balls as the back of his throat
manipulated my sore cock head. But only for a moment.
<br>

‘Wank yourself boy, ’ he ordered, pushing himself up so
that he sat over my face. ‘I wanna see you cum while you eat
out my arse.’
<br>

<br>

<br>

As I grabbed at my own cock and felt Mike’s grow wider and
harder within me I gorged on the hairy arse hole that was
pushing and rubbing in my face. I wanked myself in the same
rhythm as Mike’s fucking while feeling the cop above me
beating on his own meat, his balls slapping against his
furry thighs.
<br>

<br>

And then Mike was puling out, I heard him grunting, his breathing
now fast and shallow. And then he unleashed a thick torrent
of hot cum over my balls sending me over the edge. I felt my
own juice land on my chest where the guy above was unloading
his second wad into the air. It landed on my stomach with
another jet from Mike, and I came again, empty at last. The
bear above me jerked once more and emptied himself onto
my chest. His rough hands rubbed the spunk into my nipples
as Mike rubbed his dripping cock around my spent balls.

<br>

<br>

<br>

We stayed in those positions for several minutes, until
the sound of a car racing past on the nearby road brought
us back to where we were. The sun was up behind the horizon
and it was going to be another hot day. The older policeman
slid back, allowing me to breathe more freely as I lay on
my back staring at the white dawn sky. And Mike slowly lowered
my legs back down, they ached, my whole body ached. My arse
scraped against the rough ground and I let out a yelp.
<br>

<br>

<br>

The older cop laughed at me as he dressed. ‘What’s your name
boy?’ he asked and at last his tone seemed softer.
<br>

‘Aaron, ’ I replied, shifting my gaze to watch his now soft,
fat cock being forced back into his uniform and wanting
to reach for it.
<br>

‘When you see me next, Aaron, ’ he said, smirking slightly.
‘And you will be seeing me again boy, you will call me Sir.
I have a party on next week, at my house, with other… like
minded policeman. You will join us there at eight O’clock
sharp, or else…’
<br>

<br>

<br>

He left the sentence hanging as he fished out a card from
his wallet and threw it down onto my chest.
<br>

<br>

<br>

Then the two of them simply walked off, leaving me there
naked and sore, staring at the morning sky.
<br>

‘Wow, what a fuck, ’ I thought to myself and smiled as I looked
at the card.
<br>

<br>

<br>

Sure I would be there. But I might turn up five minutes late
just to see what the ‘or else’ might be.

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