Date: Mon, 1 Feb 1999 11:28:32 EST
From: Roarrr201@aol.com
Subject: Fucked up Part 5

FUCKED UP

by: Roarrr201@aol.com


Warning: If you are offended by graphic descriptions of sex between men,
you should stop reading now.

This story is a fantasy. People frequently have unsafe sex in it - please
don't feel encouraged to do the same. You might risk your life.


FUCKED UP

Part 5


Yeah, I had shot my cum all over a cop and soiled the man's
uniform. Another cop held me in the achingly tight grip of his strong
hands, bending my arms relentlessly and painfully upwards behind my back,
forcing me to arch my body, to expand my chest, raise to my toes, thrust my
hips forward, my spent, cum-dripping jerking around in front of my body. I
gasped because of the sudden pain that shot through my trembling body,
still quivering from cumming so hard, but also because I realized that
trouble lay ahead. My face got very hot and I felt my cheeks glowing as a
flush rose in my hot skin. I was once again blushing like a child.

The cop in front of me was a big man, square-jawed and dark, a tall,
broad-shouldered hunk of strength, magnificent in his imposing
masculinity. He appeared to be in his late thirties: a sprinkling of gray
was to be seen in his very short hair but he sported a still luxuriantly
black mustache above his full lips. The dark uniform shirt clung tightly to
his broad shoulders, his massive pecs, to his broad chest and to the hard
ridges of his well-defined abdomen. A Sam Brown belt was wrapped thightly
across his muscular torso. The thick slabs of the man's massive pectorals
bulged under the dark fabric of his shirt against the diagonal bondage of
the black leather strap that cut across from his left shoulder to his right
hip, fastening there the belt that clung to his lean hard waist. He held
the handle of a large nightstick in his raised right hand and slapped the
baton's upper end lazily into the palm of his other hand every now and
then, creating a soft thud when the black stick met his skin. His
appearance - tie, carefully pressed shirt and trousers - was
immaculate... or to be more precise: had been immaculate: now the man was
soiled with huge drops of my cum almost eyerywhere. My jism had struck him
on his tie and elsewhere on his chest; it was splattered in huge globs over
his crotch, emphazising the huge mound of the man's dick, and over his
strong thighs; still more of my spunk had fallen down on his shoes.

Frowning in anger, his face a mask of disgust, the man looked silently down
at his body. Then he reverted his eyes very slowly and looked up into my
face with a cold, hard stare. When he spoke for the first time his voice
was subdued but firm and contemptuous:

"You're Jay LeJeune?"

I couldn't bring myself to speak so I just nodded.

"We've had a report that you're in some kind of trouble...," - his voice
trailed off and it was completely quiet for some moments until he spoke
again.

"I don't know what kind of trouble that was, man... but I sure know that
you're really in trouble now. In big trouble!"

The cop behind me who still tortured me with the grip of his hands on my
bent arms snickered menacingly. His mouth was right at my ear and I felt
his hot breath on my skin when he said:

"That's right. You're in big trouble now... asshole!"

And he jammed my arms behind my back into a still more impossible position
and made me squeal in pain.

I heard some commotion beside me and saw out of the corner of my eyes that
Leason, the horny farmer, and Jeff, his equally horny hand, started to
raise to their feet. Till then they had been frozen in shock, taken just as
me by surprise by the sudden appearance of the cops.

The policeman behind me barked at them:

"Hey, you told you to move? Stay where you are! Down again!"

Trembling in fear and confusion Leason still tried to argue:

"He had...," he began in a plaintive voice, pointing at me, but it was
obviously his fate to be interrupted all the time. The cop yelled, drowning
Leason's voice:

"Shut up, bastard! Nobody asked you. Down on your knees! Both of you! And
hands up! Over your head! And freeze! We'll come to you later on."

They obeyed and put their hands up at their heads, kneeling on the ground
side by side, their broad shoulders and hard, heaving chests gleaming with
sweat in the strong sunlight, their eyes darting nervously darting back and
forth between my naked body and the two policemen.

Staring at me hard, the cop in front of me moved the upper end of his baton
slowly forward, reaching out with the stick until it touched the tip of my
soft, spent dick that hung down over my huge balls. The material - some
sort of unbreakable plastic - felt very smooth and cool as it made contact
with my dickhead and brushed lightly along my still cum-leaking
piss-slit. Playfully and very slowly the cop moved the stick forward and
backwards under the gaping slit, watching as my cum trickled slowly down on
his stick, coating it with the stickly fluid. Shifting nervously around I
observed him with unblinking eyes, holding my breath, afraid that he would
suddenly hit me. I almost fainted with fear and excitement and tried to
back out when he suddenly moved his hand but he didn't do any harm to me:
he made a swift, jerking movement with the baton's upper end and send my
dickhead flying, flipping it softly upwards into the air. I gasped and
watched as my dick descended again, hitting the huge black stick with a
juicy 'thud'. Immediately the shaft became to throb and swell.

He seemed to like this game because he did it again right away, this time
less playfully, with more determination: he patted with his stick at the
underside of my dickhead and watched as my cock jerked high up into the air
and then dropped down again, striking the sticky baton. The man's face was
blank, completely blank, his gaze detached. I started to sweat even more
strongly than before and felt fear creeping over me: maybe the guy was
nuts! What would he do to me? My mind reeled as he used the nightstick
again and again to pat at my dick, each time with more strength so that the
pat became gradually a smack and then a slap. My dick jerked erratically up
and down and up and down, slapping at my stomach and then, falling
downwards, hit the baton again and again and my balls got into uproar and
my dick throbbed and swelled even more strongly and showed clearly signs of
developing into a first class hard-on. I squirmed in shame and
embarrasment, confused that this game got me strangely excited although I
had cum very hard only some seconds earlier on.

But then he suddenly lost all interest in my dick. He tucked the nightstick
under his arm and, looking me straight into the eye, fist on his hips, he
spoke again:

"Yeah, first to you... Mr.... er... LeJeune. First of all I reckon it is
only justified when you clean up the mess you've made. Now!"

Leason and that half-wit of a farmhand started to snigger childishly but a
brief, haughty glance of the cop silenced them at once. I looked at him
quizzically, not sure that I understood what he wanted me to do and tried
in vain to find my voice again.  After just a second of silence he exploded
in anger, barking at me at the top of his voice:

"Get your fuckin' mouth over here and start lickin' up that spunk, asshole!
And you're better be good at it!"

Suddenly I could speak again and I stammered:

"You want me to... to... lick up my own... ?," I gulped down hard and
suddenly my voice failed me again.

"Yeah, bright boy, I want you to lick up your own cum! What's the matter?
Does that sound revolting to cute Mr.LeJeune? If it does I don't give a
shit about that, man! Obviously you haven't got a hanky on you right now
and since I don't want to walk around all day with your cum drying on my
clothes the only way to clean things up is that you'll bring your sweet
lips over here, stick out your fuckin' tongue and eat up all that sticky
jism you've shot over me! So start lickin' now, asshole - and be careful,
very carefully! I don't want to see any dried-up cum on me. Is that clear?"

I gulped down hard again and nodded. Given the situation I hadn't much of a
choice, you know. I winced at the prospect of obeying the man's
order. Okay, I had tasted my own cum only some moments earlier on when the
biker had shoved his gloved into my mouth and I had liked the taste, but
licking up a whole fuckin' load of your jism, every single glob of it, drop
after drop after drop, in front of several people is something else -
especially when two of these are hot guys you had been ordering around just
a few seconds ago. As they say: 'pride comes before a fall'. So I was gone
downhill again and my brief stint as Leason's admired 'Sir' made the
humiliation the cop inflicted on me now all the more profound. My body
shivered despite the heat of the burning sun as I brought my mouth slowly
down to the man's chest - and began to lick.

I started at a particularly long string of my cum that was splattered
across the cop's tie and shirt. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Leason
and Jeff leering at me as my tongue darted out of my mouth again and again,
laving the different fabrics with spit, scooping up the sticky, white fluid
with my tongue, gulping it down, returning to each of the wet spots again
and again, soaking it, to make sure that all the cum was gone. Slowly I
moved down, my arms still painfully bent up by the other cop. I licked up
my cum from the man's belt that traversed his broad chest, inhaling once
again the strong scents of leather and cum. My semi-erect cock twitched and
stirred and I felt that I blushed again. Then I began to work at the cop's
crotch where still more of my jism had hit the man, seeping into his
trousers. The heat of the man's body burnt on my face and I smelled his
heavy, funky chrotch smell while my tongue ran over the rough
fabric. Lapping up the huge globs of my own jism that covered the zippered
expanse of khaki, I took a shuddering breath and felt myself completely
engulfed in the rich odor.

Despite my will my cock started to swell up between my thighs and I felt
even more embarrassed than before: to be humiliated by this bastard of a
cop was really bad - but it was even worse and even more humiliating to get
aroused by it, to throw a boner while being forced to lick up your own cum!
I could image what those cops would say when they would see my stiff
dick... and what they would do... - no, I had to admit to myself that I
couldn't image what they would do to me once they would be detect my
arousal. My body trembled at this thought and I tried to will my thickening
dick down but that proved to be impossible - the thickening shaft throbbed
and twitched even more strongly. Then my tongue traced over the tremendous
mound of the cop's hidden dick, licking up a rivulet of my cum that ran
down his leg. The man's cock seemed to stretch halfway down his right thigh
and I couldn't help it - if I wanted to clean up the mess I'd made I had to
touch the fabric that covered his pole with my lips. So my tongue followed
the outlines of the huge, thick shaft and encircled the contours of the
flaring cockhead, scooping up the cum that seeped into the man's trousers,
my spit leaving a trace of dark wetness behind on the rough fabric.

The cop towered above me, immobile and silent, glaring down at me with hard
eyes. Suddenly impatient he pushed me down to his feet. I fell to my knees
and the man behind me finally let go of my arms, only to replace his strong
hands with his knee, bending my back, bowing me down, forcing my face to
the cop's soiled shoes, my cheek touching the cool smoothness of the
polished leather, my nose overpowered by its strong scent. My throat went
suddenly dry and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. Worst of all, I
could feel my cock stretching further out, caught between my bent torso and
my legs, the head of it tickling as it brushed against the hairs on my
thighs and on my stomach. I almost died of shame to think that here I was
with my dick swelling up in front of the big, nasty cop because I was
forced to lick at his dirty shoes.

"Move that tongue, asshole! Clean those shoes!," the second cop snarled,
pushing me relentlessy down with all his might, his knee hurting on my
back. I groaned with anguish, pain and humiliation, silently cursing these
guys and the whole day. In just a few hours I had sunk low, very low... and
I everything that I had known about myself - or thought to know about
myself - had collapsed. I had digged the sight of Jepson's rockhardcock; I
had enjoyed to be used by that horny biker; my dick had become rockhard at
the prospect of being gang-raped; and now this... Tears welled up in my
eyes as I once again realized that the most humiliating thing was that some
unknown. mysterious part of me digged to be humiliated. Those burly cops
pushed me around, forced me to do revolting things - and I threw a raging
hardon despite my will, although I told myself over and over again that I
hated them, hated what they did to me. That was the really shameful part of
it, the part that made my mind spin. Suddenly the image of myself popped up
in my mind, the image of myself earlier on on that very morning:
well-dressed, well-groomed, pleased with myself, I had said good-bye to my
girl-friend and to my best buddy - and now I was here, stark naked, down on
my knees, soiled with dried-up cum, licking up my onw cum, the taste of
another man's cum still on my tongue - and I was throwing a roaring
hardon. My stomach heaved and I felt as if I would throw up.

"Hey, you're deaf, doggy? You were told to clean up those boots!," the cop
behind me barked again.

"I... I... can't," I whispered.

The answer came quick: the man hit me.

Out of nowhere the flat palm of his strong, large hand descended on my
bare, up-turned ass with a whistling whoosh of wind. He hit my hard mounded
butt with brute force, slamming his hand on the tender skin with a load
"SLAP". The pain shot through my body like a lightening; I screamed loud
and my body jerked with surprise. My cock jerked too and I felt that it got
even harder than before. I heard Leason and Jeff snigger again. They
watched with bright, eager eyes as the cop brought down his hand on my
reddening ass a second time, slapping me even harder than before.

"You like that, asshole?," the man who held me down asked with a viscious
grin in his voice.

I knew that his hand was already high up in the air again, waiting, ready
to hit me once more. Trembling, trying to guard myself against the
impending pain, shivering in anticipation, I couldn't give an answer.

"What's the matter, shithead?," he snarled, grabbing me under the chin and
forcing my red face around, twisting my neck so that my breath was harsh
and raspy. I couldn't see him properly since sweat ran down into my eyes
and mingled there with my tears but still got the impression of a very
huge, strong and dark man.

"Can't you hear me? I asked if you like that! Do you want the next one just
like the last stroke or do you want it harder?"

Darting my eyes around frantically, my chest heaving with labored
breathing, I saw the cop in front of me, looking down contemptously, and
Leason and Jeff by my side, leering at me, their eyes bright with savage
glee. Both the farmer and his hand had put their hands down again and the
cops didn't seem to mind that. Each of them sported a very prominent hardon
in tight-fitting pants; the cop's dick seemed to have become even larger
and thicker too, but I wasn't sure about that - the bulging pouch had been
very prominent even earlier on. All three men stared at me and seemed to
enjoy my humiliation. Sweat ran down into my eyes and mingled there with my
tears. Twisting my head against the dark guy's rough grip I pulled myself
together and managed to croak:

"I don't want it at all, you fool. Let me go or you're going to be fucking
sorry. I'm a lawyer! I'll make you bleed for this!"

Suddenly all the men roared with laughter as if I had said something very
witty. It took them some moments to calm down again. Still giggling with
delight the cop who bend my torso down with his weight raised his hand
again.

"Stubborn asshole, ain't he?," he said and got ready to hit me again but
then the other cop stopped him.

"Hey, wait a minute," he said calmly, " I think this here will be handy."

I watched with bulging eyes as the guy slowly opened and removed his
belt. After some fumbling with the attached chest belt he handed the
strong, black strap of leather over to his partner who took it with a broad
grin on his face. I heard Leason and Jeff gasped in excitement. The other
cop raised the belt high up into the air, ready to strike. My by then
rockhard cock jerked and throbbed at the sight like mad but at the same
time I trembled with fear. An ugly sound escaped from my throat and I
yelled:

"No! No! Please! Don't hit me! Don't!"

But the cop brought the leather strap down hard on my upturned ass-cheeks
with a loud slapping crack and I squealed like a pig in pain and
excitement. My throbbing dick, caught between my legs and my stomach,
started to leak pre-cum, coating my thighs with a layer of sticky
fluid. The cop, towering above me with the belt in his hand, said:

"I don't think you understand yet, Mr. ... er...  LeJeune. I only gave you
two choices and 'don't hit me' ain't one of them. You either beg for one
stroke just like the last one or I'm going to assume you want it even
harder. Got that?"

My eyes closed and gasping in great raspy swallows of breath I couldn't
bring myself to answer him.

"I ask you again, how do you want the next one, shithead?," he said.

"No, please, don't want it all!," I gasped, too confused by my excitement
to act according to what my body told me to do.

"He's a slow one," the cop in front of me chuckled, "he's a lawyer, you
know. Or maybe he really wants them harder and harder. Give him what he
wants, buddy!"

And the other policeman brought the belt down on my ass-cheeks even harder
than before. It was a really forceful slap that made me jump and squeal a
loud shriek of pain. Spit was drooling out of the corners of my lips and I
bit on my lips but my cock throbbed and jerked even more excitedly. I
couldn't understand how that was possible; I didn't want it to be that way;
I hated myself for being excited by all this and I felt as if I would go
nuts any second. The cop ran his hand teasingly over my burning ass and his
touch felt like fire on the bruised skin.

"Feels nice and hot," he said. "How does it feel from that end?"

Not waiting for an answer he dropped suddenly to his knees beside me and
jerked my head up by a handful of hair.

"You like it that way, real hard? And harder still? I can do it, if's
that's what you want. Or maybe you'd like to back up for a while, just have
me lay it on your ass nice and easy, again and again, warm it up, is that
what you want? Is that what you're ready to beg for, shithead?"

My lips parted, blubbering a sound over and over again, but somehow I
couldn't make it intelligible. The cop jerked harder at my hair.

"Open your eyes, asshole! Look at me and tell me what you want!"

My eyes blinked open after some moments. I stared into the man's face. He
was young, probably at my age, and dark and hairy. The short clipped hair
on his head was coal black and his handsome face showed a strong five
o'clock shadow although it was way before afternoon.

"How do you want it?," he asked, "tell me how you want it, fucker!"

Still bubbling that strange sound I suddenly realized that the burning heat
in my ass slowly turned into a warmth of unknown intensity that spread over
my skin and radiated through my guts and balls, making me even hornier than
before. I gasped.

"Say it!," the cop prompted me. "Say it, shithead, or I'll give it to you
harder than ever!"

I stared at his dark eyes that unblinkingly held my attention and then I
felt my own lips moving and I heard myself whisper harshly:

"Like before."

"What's that, asshole?," the man snarled.

"Like before", I gasped and it felt as if a door had been pushed open
somewhere in my mind, "hit me like before!"

My mind reeled and a wave of excitement shot through my trembling body.

"Like before," I repeated real loud and plain, "hit me like before!"

The cop straightened to his feet, letting loose of my hair, and raised his
hand with the belt again. I closed my eyes and waited, waited for the
stroke of the strong strap of leather, but it was a different form of
anticipation now: I waited not in fear, but in exultation. I waited eagerly
for the heat that would follow the stroke and tingle in my rockhard dick
and in my balls, I waited for that warmth that would spread through my
whole body and my cock jerked as if I would cum rigth then, even before the
next stroke, just from waiting for it.

And then the man layed the belt on my ass again, bringing it down with a
juicy, full 'SLAP' that send sparks of sensation through my aching,
throbbing dick, flashing at my balls. I groaned, but this was different now
too - it was not a groan of pain but a low guttural sigh of pleasure,
excitement and acceptance.

"He likes it," said Leason, his voice full of wonder, "the fucker likes to
be beaten!"

"Sure he likes it - and judged from the roaring hardon in your pants you
would like it too, asshole. Just wait for turn," said the cop and he belted
me again with exactly the same strength.

I moaned loud and I felt hotter and hotter and there wasn't a thing I could
do about the fact that all this was happening in front of three guys who
stood around me and watched as the cop hit me because I begged him to do
so.  To tell the truth the fact that they were standing around, looking
down on my writhing body, made me even more excited.

"Again," I groaned and the cop swung the belt again down at my upturned
ass. The strap of leather cracked against the glowing skin once more,
sending waves of sparkling warmth shooting through my body.

"Ohhh, again," I whispered, "again, like before! Please, hit me again!," I
felt like I could never get enough of that warmth.

"Don't forget my buddy's shoes, shithead. Now that you've learned your
lesson I guess you're ready to do your job properly!," said the cop.

And I did like I was told: I cleaned the cop's dirty shoes, I licked them
clean, made them shiny with my spit, washed away the dust and dirt and the
globs of my own cum that covered the black leather with my wet, lapping
tongue, and my rockhard dick throbbed between my thighs and my stomach and
leaked a steady stream of pre-cum while the cop behind me belted my aching,
burning ass-cheeks again and again and my heart was beating faster than
ever before.

Finally my face was smeared with dirt and the taste in my mouth was very
stale but the cop's shoes were looking better than ever before. Aparently
he was satisfied with their condition. He moved one step backward and told
his partner to stop belting me. Staring down at me sternly he then said
coldly:

"And now tits for tats."

I looked up at him and tried to read his mind but I saw nothing: his face
was as blank as before.

"What... what do you mean," I stammered.

"Shut up, asshole", he said flatly. "Just do what you're told to do."

I waited for his orders.

"Raise!"

Staggeringly I rose to my feet. My rockhard dick came into view, bobbing
gently in the hot air until the quivering piss-slit was facing me, pointing
directly up at my down-turned face. Of course Leason and Jeff started to
make dirty remarks about my aroused condition but the cop cut them short
with an imperative movement of his hands.

"Turn around!," he barked at me.

I obeyed, facing away from the four men, relieved that I didn't had to feel
their leering eyes on my hard, throbbing dick anymore.

"Spread your legs wide and bend over!," was the next order.

I hesitated for a second, not sure what to do.

"Bend over, shithead!," he yelled, "Stick that ass high up into the air!
Show us your cute little asshole!Now!"

Biting on my lips in shame I once again obeyed the man's order: I spread my
legs wide, bend over slowly and stuck out my naked butt for them. I could
almost feel the men's eyes on my buttocks, looking down between my firm
asscheeks, maybe even seeing my clenching, twitching asshole at the bottom
of my asscrack. I seemed to be sinking lower and lower still and suddenly I
asked myself if there would ever be an end to it.

"Spread those cheeks, man!," the cop ordered, "spread them wide. We want to
see your asshole, pig, not just your buns!"

Acting as if under influence I did as I had been told: I reached around
with both my hands and pulled my taut, still burning asscheeks wide
apart. The warm air brushed across the warm, sweaty skin in the cleft
between the full roundness of my buns and it sent shivers into my ball
sac. I heard the men commenting on the sight before their eyes but couldn't
tell who spoke:

"Look at that ass! I bet he's a virgin - and real tight! Just as I like
them!"

"Hey, the guy's in heat, begging for something hard and thick up his ass!"

"Yeah, that ass is hot and tight - and I am hot to fuck him, to fuck him
silly!"

Then the older cop spoke again:

"Okay man, let us see some action now. Fuck yourself - just as a beginning!
Let us see how you fuck yourself, lawyer, pushing those carefully manicured
fingers of yours deep down into your ass."

And I was doing it: my fingers traced over the damp crevice, feeling the
fine fuzzy growth of hair that covered my buns lightly and curled down into
the asscrack, leading to the sensitive puckering of my asshole that flexed
and quivered when the tip of my forefinger came to rest against it. My
whole body shook at the contact and I groaned in heat and lust. I had never
done this before, had never even thought of playing with my asshole and
here I was, right in the middle of the country, stark naked, bent over
before four leering men, legs spread wide, one of my hands shoved down
between my asscheeks with the forefinger prodding at my ass - and my
rockhard dick throbbed and jerked and dripped with pre-cum as if I hadn't
cum for ages.

The finger at my ass felt good, so good, too good to stop. I had to keep
going; i had to play with my tiny, puckered opening. I pushed the finger
harder against the reflexive resistance and grunted softly as I felt a
burning sensation as the tight clenching ass-ring stretched to accomodate
the first knuckle of my forefinger. I rose to my toes as the feeling shot
through my body, a crackling wave of erotic high voltage. I pulled the
finger out and tried to push it even deeper back into my asshole but it
didn't went further up the tight, dry opening than before. I was
disappointed and groaned in frustration.

Out of the corner of my eyes I saw that the younger cop stepped forward,
towering above my bent body, leering down into my widespread, open
asscrack.

"I'd say this man needs lube. Here's some!", he said.

Over my shoulder I watched with unblinking eyes as the man assembled spit
in his mouth, chewing on it, pushing it noisily around in his mouth from
cheek to cheek, creating wet, juicy sounds. And then he opened his mouth
and spat a huge wad of foamy spit down into the tight cleft between my taut
asscheeks! It hit me right above the puckered ring of my asshole, scalding
my burning skin, and ran down slowly over the spasming ring-muscle, coating
the sensitive ass-lips as well as my probing forefinger. My legs trembled
and my dick throbbed so hard that it hurt as I saw that the other cop
ordred Jeff to get up and then pushed him forward, right behind me.

"Go ahead," the man ordered, "give that asshole some more spit!"

And Jeff too spat into my ass-crack, his chest heaving, his face red from
excitement: I saw that a big glob of his spit shot out of his mouth, arched
through the air and crashed on my quivering asshole. And than it was
Leason's turn. Grinning like an idiot he moved his face right above my
gaping ass-crack, opened his mouth and watched as wad after wad of the
clear, glistening liquid dropped out of his mouth, forming a string of
translucent lube that connected his tongue and my up-turned
asshole. Finally the older cop stepped forward and he gave me a generous
helping of his spit too. By then my ass-crack was already overflowing with
the warm, slick fluid and it ran down into the sweaty bridge of skin
between the cleft of my ass and my ball sac and coated my inner thighs.

Without waiting for another order I probed again with my spitty slick
finger, spreading my legs even wider, and shoved the forefinger further up
into my asshole, trembling with excitement as I forced the aching
ring-muscle to accomodate also the second knuckle and then the whole length
of it. My whole body was sweating as I stood there in the hot, burning sun,
panting heavily as my spitty finger probed around in my tight ass, brushing
softly over my prostrate and hot flashes of excitement shot through my
shaking legs and my tightening nuts. I didn't need any further orders: I
wiggled my butt around, turning on more and more to the feeling of having
something hard and rigid jammed into my virgin ashole, pulling at it,
stretching it, loosening it up... loosening it up for something
more... something bigger... much bigger than my finger... something really
big and hard.

I added another one of my slick fingers, stretching the sensitive ass lips
even wider, shoving them into my ass with more power and strength, poking
harder, feeling the ring-muscle relax and open up, letting both fingers
slip in up to the hilt. The men behind me, staring at my probing fingers,
were obviously pleased with me:

"Look at him! The pig's gettin' hotter by the second!," said Jeff.

"Bet he could cum just by shovin' that fingers up his ass", whispered
Leason, his voice husky with lust.

"Yeah, Mr. Leason here is a natural at spreadin' his legs and takin'
something up his ass. Guess he can't get enough of it," said one of the
cops.

And they were right, damn right: it felt so good, better than anything
else... better than anything else so far. Groaning and writhing around, my
rockhard dick and my balls aching with desire, I added a third finger,
pushing it into my loosening asshole together with the two spitty fingers,
poking around with an increasing abandon, really cramming my rear now just
as full as I could get it. But it still wasn't enough, it was just not
enough. I really needed more up my ass; I needed something long, hard and
fat up there, something that would reach high up into my body, fill me up,
stuffing me so fucking full that it would feel like it was coming out of my
throat again. I needed something as big as that, I wanted it up my ass,
wanted it desparately... desparately up my ass.

"Please...!," I heard myself groan, pushing hard into my burning asshole
with three slick fingers, "ohh, please..., please!!"

"Please what, shithead?," said the older cop coldly. "Make yourself
intelligible, man! Aren't you are a lawyer? Aren't you able to speak in
complete sentences?"

"Please...," I whimpered, "please, give it to me... shove it into me! Shove
it up my ass... now! Please.... ohhh, please, man!"

"You want it, asshole? You want me to ram it up your ass? Give it to you
hard... all of it? You want it?," said the man as he moved behind my bent
trembling body.

"Yeah! Yeah, I want it... I want it up my ass! Give it to me! Give it... to
me!!," I gasped.

And then I closed my eyes, pulled the three fingers out of my
well-stretched, gaping ass and waited, waited while shivers of excitement
ran over my whole body that dripped with sweat everywhere, waited,
breathing very hard, and my asshole was itching, real hot, loose and empty,
and I wiggled my butt enticingly for the man behind me, raising my butt
even higher up into the air, spreading my ass-cheeks with both hands as
wide as I could and I heard the man move, I felt the movement of his hands
and saw them in my mind without looking at him and my cock swelled up even
more, my balls drew tight to their base, achingly tight, and then I felt
what I had waited for, had longed to feel: a cool, wet firmness brushing
over my twitching asshole, pressing at the clenching muscle, stretching me
open, stretching my asshole even more than my probing fingers had done. I
arched my body backwards, pressing harder against the invading firmness in
my ass, against the probing wet, hard rod that slowly began to glide into
me, going in, forcing my ass-ring to open up for that incredible hard
thickness.

My mind reeled and I couldn't help it, I couldn't help it although I didn't
wanted it to happen: my mind reeled and my breathing became erratic and my
balls were itching and aching like crazy and my dick jerked like made and I
realized that I was going to cum, to cum again hard or probably even harder
than ever before. And right at that second it started in my nuts. I tried
to fight it but I felt so hot, hotter than ever before and I couldn't stop
it.

"Ohhh, no!," I moaned, "no.... no... no!!"

But it was way too late.

My rockhard dick pulsed and throbbed and jerked and jetted forth an endless
string of hot cum, although I had not touched it, and then another string
of cum and then another one shot out of the pulsing shaft as I squirmed in
orgasm as the cop shoved another inch and then another inch of his long,
hard nightstick up into my ass.


(to be continued)


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