Date: Sat, 21 Feb 1998 21:44:36 PST
From: Matthew Taylor <owen15@hotmail.com>
Subject: Life Goes On : The Slut Continues 
 
	Having had my world turned completely upside down by Duncan my life
settled into a new pattern. I recognised that I was a cock hungry slut who
needed to suck and fuck as often as possible, I needed to be used as a
sextoy by men, men who weren't afraid to fuck me until I could take no
more. To this end I would get away to meet Duncan and his associates as
often as I possibly could. Duncan, Larry and the others would fuck me
almost senseless before dragging me off to parties or strange bars to be
used as a fucktoy by men I had never seen before; or they would pimp me
down the docks, making a healthy profit from the pleasure my lean, young
body provided for their clients (on one unforgettable night I was fucked
orally and anally by the nine crewmen of a local trawler, bent over a stack
of fish crates I was fucked almost unconscious). Eventually Duncan started
to give me a kickback from the money they made from me and I took care to
conceal my new found wealth from my parents and friends at school.
	When I couldn't get away to meet Duncan I took to hanging around
the local park and the public toilets, loitering, hoping some stranger
would want me to suck his throbbing dick or he would fuck my brains out. On
one occasion I was a bit too obvious with my loitering.
	It was late summer and the weather was still warm, I was wearing
only a tight T-shirt, cut off denim shorts, and trainers. I had worn shorts
that were deliberately too small and they were almost indecent. Under the
shorts I was wearing a pair of high cut white silk women's panties. I had
been lurking near the public toilets for some time hoping for a likely
fuck, but there seemed to be hardly anyone about. I stood in the shade of a
nearby tree watching the entrance to the toilets, my hand resting lightly
on my crotch, my mind filled with erotic daydreams of some man's prick
thrusting powerfully into my pert arse.
	"Well what have we got here Pete, he hasn't moved in almost an
hour!"
	I spun at the unexpected voice, almost falling in the process.
	"Maybe he's here for a spot of queerbashing, try and prove how hard
he is to his mates?"
	"Or maybe he's the other way inclined and he's here looking for
some action? Either way..."
	There were two tall men in white shirts behind me, for a second I
couldn't make out any details, then I recognised the uniforms, Police! I
panicked fearing that they would somehow expose me for what I was.
	"I'm sorry officers I was just leaving..." I managed to stammer out
and turned to go.
	"Not so fast young Matthew!" barked the older of the two. It got
worse, he knew who I was! Things were now totally screwed I thought, if he
took me home to talk to my parents I was going to have a real hard time
explaining my whereabouts (they thought I was at the cinema with friends)
or my dress.
	"Yes I think we better take you down the road young sir"
	My heart sank.
	 We went over to the police Land Rover which I hadn't even heard
approach and set off to meet my doom.
	As we approached my parents home I received a surprise, instead of
turning up the drive we continued past and out towards the `em road. We
drove a further 6 miles and arrived at the local police station, it was a
small building with just a reception desk, kitchen, toilets and three
available holding cells, rarely used as the Area Headquarters was only a
further 15 miles away. The older officer who was apparently a sergeant got
out first and unlocked the door to the station (it was generally left
unmanned at most times and was generally just a stop off point for officers
doing their rural beat).
	The sergeant went inside, then shouted out "No one else in Pete
bring him in will you!"
	The younger officer, Pete, pulled me out of the car and led me into
the station, then into a small interview room which normally doubled as a
storeroom it seemed.
	"Stand over there will you lad" he pointed towards the far wall. As
I turned to face them I was forced to squint as the setting sun was beaming
through a small window directly into my face.
	They sat down behind the table, Pete was tall 6'4'' maybe but very
lean and wiry, the sergeant on the other hand was bout 6' but had a much
heavier build, he was in his late forties, slightly overweight but still
powerfully muscled. "So why don't you tell us in your own words why you
were there son.  and bear in mind that soliciting a very serious offence."
	My mouth gaped open at those words "No you've got it all wrong, I
wan..."
	"Bollocks, ye were looking for a shag you wee fag!" this came from
Pete, who started to rise from behind the table. My mind was in turmoil, I
had no idea if they could seriously charge me with an offence but I was
most assuredly terrified at that point.
	"Permission to search the prisoner sir?"
	"On what grounds?"
	"Suspicion of concealed drugs sir!"
	"Very well, go ahead"
	I just blinked in surprise at that and Pete began to approach me.
	"Turn and face the wall, legs apart, hands against the wall."
	I turned and leaned forward, moving my feet apart, almost in tears
at this point.
	"Remove your shoes lad", dazedly I obeyed the instructions, then
resumed the position. Then I felt Pete's hands on my arms as he began to
pat me down, under my arms, down my torso back and front. He tugged my
T-shirt free from my shorts, I hardly noticed. Then he checked the
waistband and legs of my shorts, suddenly he yanked them down to my ankles,
I gasped, a secret exposed.
	"Aye looks like soliciting all right lad" I heard the sergeant say,
I tried to protest but my mind had gone blank.
	"Put the cuffs on him will you Pete?"
	"Yes sir."
	My left wrist was jerked behind my back, my right soon followed,
encircled by the cold steel of the cuffs and then I felt it! That sensation
I loved, I could feel Pete's iron hard cock rubbing against the top of my
silk clad buttocks, it was unmistakable, this cop wanted to fuck me.
	As Pete turned me to face the table I took the opportunity to grind
my arse back into his already hard cock. It twitched in his pants but
otherwise he did not acknowledge me.
	"Ready for an internal inspection sergeant!" I was pushed hard
against the table, as the tops of my thighs met the steel table the
sergeant, now on his feet, grabbed my shoulder and pulled my torso flat to
the surface. My feet were kicked apart and I felt Pete tying my ankles to
the table legs with plastic ties.  the sergeant continued to hold me
down. My body was now tingling with anticipation, a feeling which
heightened unbearably as I felt Brian's hand grasp my silk knickers and the
rip them from me! My attention was the caught by the sound of zipper being
teasingly slowly opened. I looked towards the sergeant as he pulled out his
rapidly stiffening length.
	"Okay Pete, entrance exam first" I heard an acknowledgement and
then something hard prodded my arse, this was no dick! The filthy bastard
was going to shove his truncheon up my butthole. My dick sprang fully erect
and I could not help but moan aloud as at least 9'' of cold, smooth, hard
wood was twisted up into my butt.
	The sergeant kept holding me down as the beautiful hard baton was
pulled from my arse and then pumped back in. I groaned in delight as the
waves of pleasure overran me, I was practically drowning in erotic
sensation.
	"Time for an oral examination I think lad" I dimly heard this
before something slapped against cheek, I opened my eyes to see a beautiful
fat cockhead trailing down to rest against my bottom lip. I flicked my
tongue out to taste the clear liquid seeping from the tip. The sergeant
moaned then pushed his incredibly thick prick forward far more
purposefully, the head pushed past my lips and I began to suck on it as if
it contained nectar from the gods.
	The truncheon was withdrawn and soon I experienced the sensation I
now lived for, a long, hot cock was being humped into my freshly buggered
arsehole. The two cops began too develop a rhythm pounding into me harder
and harder, I was unable to even moan, the sergeants fat dick had
completely filled my gobbling slut mouth to the limit.
	They worked me over for hours in seeming silence, changing places
several times, allowing me to taste and smell my own arse on their slimy
cocks, if they tired at all, I was filled by another rock hard truncheon
twisting in my butt, ramming in and out. All the while they were careful to
never let me come once, no matter how much I started to beg and plead. The
pressure on my balls was delightful agony, made more intense by the
bootlace wrapped tight around my cockshaft and bollocks, lifting and
separating the two gems.
	Again and again they screwed me to the brink, hard and fast, long
and slow, eventually they upped the tempo savagely thundering into me,
grunting like animals as the emptied their delightful cream into me, and
then with one sharp tug on the lace, Pete released my cock from it's
agonising trap and spunk sprayed across the floor. I wailed in ecstasy as
the most incredible orgasm I had ever experienced swept through me, I was
swept up to a completely new level. I came for what seemed an eternity.
	I was released and taken home but I have managed to be arrested on
three other occasions since then, once being used by a drunk in the cells,
before being gangfucked by Pete, the sergeant and two other officers for
over four hours.
 
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