Date: Fri, 18 Sep 2015 14:59:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: john rigg <buttmuncher215@yahoo.com>
Subject: ALL ABOUT BUTT 2

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THIS SHORT STORY IS THE SECOND IN A SERIES DEDICATED TO GLORIOUS STRAIGHT
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ALL ABOUT BUTT.....STORY 2


He sat opposite me. It was 9.30am.

 His grey suit wasn't expensive but it fitted extremely well and he looked
sharp. He was a strikingly handsome man. I guessed that he was in his late
thirties. Short, salt and pepper, number two crop with steely blue eyes.
When he arrived at my apartment, I had watched him climb the steps to the
main entrance door. He was tall and very well put together. His suit bulged
perfectly in all the right places. Obviously, he worked out regularly.
Definitely not the type of guy anybody, especially a nerdy college kid like
me, would ever mess with. He caught me watching him but he chose to ignore
me, cutting me with a dismissive look. My cock jerked and I instantly felt
my face flush bright red.

On entering, still red faced, I had offered him a drink. ''Beer'' came his
one word response.  I'd been surprised when he'd asked for a beer. Not
because of the time but because I thought that cops were supposed to not
drink while on duty. But it was his tone and attitude that really shocked
me. It was less of a request and more of a command. I did as I was told and
brought him a cold one from the fridge, placing it on the table in front of
him.

Now, sitting opposite me, he readjusted himself in the chair. He grabbed
his beer, took a gulp and removed his notebook from inside his jacket
pocket. Looking me straight in the eye, he smirked and leaning back, he
slowly spread his powerful muscular legs. I tried in vain to stop my eyes
moving downward but it was simply impossible. His pants were pulled tight
across his awesome thighs and between his legs, his huge basket was
mesmerizing. The fabric was pulled to breaking point, fighting to contain
his mammoth balls and cock. Fuck, he was hung and before I could help it, I
instinctively licked my lips.

Then suddenly I could feel him glaring at me. Looking up, I caught his eye
and I blushed bright red again. He murmured something under his breath and
with a look of total disdain, he flipped his notebook open.

'' So about this alleged incident that took place last night, tell me about
it'' he paused, before adding a condescending ''boy''. He was swiftly
putting me in my place and I had no intention of arguing with him. He was
pure alpha male and something in his tone made me nervous.

My voice was shaky. I told him that I was gay and explained how on the
previous evening I'd been jumped by some college jocks and that they had
dragged me back to their dorm room where they made me service all six of
them. I told him that I'd gone to campus security and due to the
seriousness of the incident, they had instructed me to contact the police
directly. They had told me to wait at home and that they'd be sending out a
senior detective, him, to talk to me.

 He smiled arrogantly and told me that he'd already spoken to campus
security and from the description I'd given them that he thought he knew
the group involved. He said that he'd gone to see them before class this
morning and that he'd now need to hear my side of the story. He added
coldly, that he'd require specifics and as much information as I could
possibly give him.

'' So, precisely what did these supposed college jock attackers make you
do, boy?''  he demanded, unsympathetically .

Embarrassed, I explained quietly that they had made my suck their cocks and
lick their balls and that their blond leader was particularly mean.

''Speak up boy, I can't hear you. Now, tell me again precisely what did
they allegedly make you do?'' He put the emphasise on the ''make'' bit. His
voice was becoming even more authoritative and he appeared to be enjoying
my obvious growing discomfort.

Again, I told him that they made me suck their cocks and lick their balls.

''What else did they make you do boy'' he demanded, sternly. He seemed to
be aware that I wasn't telling him everything.

'' They also made me lick their assholes'' I replied, blushing.

 He just laughed.

''So, you licked their shitholes'' he openly chuckled. 'Did they make you
lick all six?''

'' Yes Sir, I licked all their assholes''. I didn't know where the '' Sir''
had come from but it seemed and felt right.

'' And their leader?'' he demanded.

''I licked his asshole most, he made me lick it a lot'' I confessed,
nervously. He smiled, almost contently. I was confused. I had no idea where
all this was leading.

Then he asked about my attackers. I told him that as I was knew at college
that I didn't know any of them. Then he continued.

'' Now to make sure that I've got the correct group, could you identify the
leader, if you saw him again?''

''Yes'' I replied. '' Definitely''.

Reaching back into his pocket, he pulled out his cell. Turning it on, he
messed around with it for a moment before turning the screen towards
me. There facing me was a picture of their gorgeous leader. In the photo he
was smiling. His all America jock hero appearance successfully hiding his
aggressive dominating nature.

''Do you recognise him, is he the leader'' he demanded.

''Yes, that's him, that's him'' relieved, I answered excitedly.

''Well, I've spoken to him. He and his buddies have a totally different
story and knowing what you fucking faggots can be like, he forwarded a
video to me''. I couldn't believe what he had just said but his tone was
now very unnerving so I stayed quite.

He jumped up and grabbing his beer, he was suddenly standing behind my
chair. Frighten, I went to get up. He pushed me back down.

''Fucking stay there, cunt'' he barked. He drank some more before putting
the beer back down. Then he pulled my head back forcefully by my hair.

''Lets watch the video, what do you say faggot'' and pushing the screen in
front of my face, he hit play.

There I was on the screen, stripped to my boxers, kneeling behind the
glorious naked muscle butt of the leader. I was begging him to allow me to
lick his jock shithole. He kept pushing my face away, laughing, telling me
that if I wanted to taste his ripe superior jock asshole, that I'd have to
beg a lot harder. I did as ordered and began to grovel, begging him to
allow me to tongue his raunchy butthole. All the time his buddies cheered
him on.

I tried to explain to him that they had made me beg and that I didn't know
that I was being filmed.

He said that it didn't look much like I was being ''made'' to do
anything. He pointed out that in fact, on the video, I was actually begging
to lick the leaders shithole. He told me that when he had spoken to Will,
the leader, and he had confirmed that what happened. He had told him that I
was nothing but a filthy faggot and that I was not to be trusted. Almost
speechless, I said that just wasn't true.

His next simple statement sent shivers through my body.

'' Are you fucking calling my son a liar, faggot?'' he hollerred as he took
his jacket off. Then he grabbed his beer again.

I sat still, in stunned silence. He just stood there, drinking, towering
above me. Looking up, I could see the anger spread across his handsome
face. Now, wearing just his shirt, I could see the sheer power of his
magnificent body. Then he continued.

'' If there's something I hate more than a smart fucking ass licking
faggot, its a fucking lying ass licking faggot'' and he pulled my head
right back and spat in my face. Then, suddenly, he back slapped me hard. I
cried out.

''Keep quite faggot or I'll give you something to fucking cry about! Now,
I'm not in the fucking habit of repeating myself so...faggot, are you
calling my son a liar? he demanded.

Fear spread through my body. Terrified, I quickly replied.

''No Sir, no Sir, he's not a liar''.

''That's good to fucking hear, cunt'' he laughed. ''You know, I've brought
him up to be an honest young man'' he continued smugly. '' So, lets get
this right, you piece of homo scum. You fucking begged to lick my sons and
his buddies shitholes?

''Yes Sir, I begged them'' I answered submissively.

''That's okay then'' he smiled. ''See, you pathetic homo, since he was
fifteen, I've been teaching Will how to use fucking faggot pigs like you
properly.  Grabbing my hair tighter, he pulled my head even further back,
it hurt like hell but I kept quite, not wanting to piss him off
further. Spitting in my face again, he then looked me straight in the
eye. A look of pure evil now filled his beautiful manly face.

''You see, filthy homos like you have one fucking purpose in life. You're
nothing but lowlife asswipe's and according to Will, you're any excellent
little asswipe'' he chuckled, menacingly.

 ''He tells me that his butthole was really nasty but you cleaned him out
like a true professional. But that's what you faggots are'' he grinned. ''
Your nothing but a fucking bunch of dirty ass cleaners and that's what you
fucking dream about, isn't it boy. You dream about having your nasty homo
tongue buried up a real man's ass?'' he snarled at me. I went to saw
something but he quickly backhanded me again, hard.

''Quite, faggot'' he barked. ''You are nothing but a dumb animal and you
don't fucking talk unless I want you too. You are just here to
serve.''. His tone was sadistic. Now, I was visible shaking. Seeing this,
he laughed. '' Poor little rich queer boy is frightened''. Then he
continued.

''And you should be frightened. Stupid faggots, like you, need to be shown
their rightful place and I'm going to fucking show you, cunt. You need to
be taught how to show proper respect to a real man. And when it comes to a
real man's shithole you need to learn how to beg correctly for the
privilege of being allowed to lick it. Getting your queer tongue anywhere
near a real man's asshole is a fucking honour for a lowlife piece of scum
like you.  Especially if it needs to be licked fucking clean!!'' he
laughed.

Still shaking, I remained silent.

'' Now you see pig, Will and I have always been lazy wipers. Like father,
like son, I guess'' he grinned. '' My stupid bitch wife is always
complaining about the skid marks in our underwear. ''.  Suppose we just
can't be bothered'' he chuckled.

''So boy'' he continued, while staring down at me. '' I've just finished a
long hard sweaty night shift and well'' he smirked '' I had my fucking
morning dump about an hour ago''. He started to move around slowly until he
was standing in front of me. He still holding my head by the hair.

''Now my shithole is probably in need of a thorough fucking cleaning. It's
going to be all hot, sweaty and shitty'' and he spread his legs slightly,
emphasizing his total power over me.

''So faggot, what should we fucking do about it'' he sneered at me.

Before I could help it, my newly awoken inner pig and my desire to please
this alpha god took hold. I cried out.

''Please Sir, please Master, I beg you. Please allow me to lick your
shithole clean. I'd do anything Sir, anything to be allowed to taste your
shithole Sir''.

Then he laughed again.

''That's a good little faggot boy'' he grinned. '' Keep begging cunt. Come
on boy, convince me why I should allow you to lick my dirty straight cop
asshole clean''.

And so it began......