Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2006 15:31:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Sailor and the Sergeant 1 (auth)

Graveyard was off to a busy start, a familiar call for
a fight at a downtown bar came across the radio. Sgt.
Ramos and his partner Jacks arrived to the call and it
appeared that the skirmish was broken up. There were a
couple guys out front with the victim, who appeared to
be one of the regulars. Ritchie was a slender young
guy who obviously looked and acted a little to "gay"
for one of the patrons. His right eye was swollen and
he looked pretty roughed up and he hung his head low.
He said a "redneck asshole sailor" beat him up. He
told Sgt. Ramos that the guy and his buddies came into
the bar and soon began calling him "faggot" and
taunting him. When he told them to "go fuck off", the
sailor in his dress whites came over and pounded him.
He gave Ramos a good description of the guy and told
him that he and his buddies were still in the bar.
Bonus.

Ramos bounded through the door with his partner and
found the guys pretty quickly. The Navy sailors often
frequented the area when they were in port and had a
short bit of liberty. Most of them stayed away from
the small neighborhood haunts like the Red Baron
though. "Sailors, we need to have a couple words
outside", Ramos said as he and his partner walked up
to the men. The three sailors looked at Ramos with a
bit of disgust, the largest one stepped forward. He
was a big guy, about 6'-2" and built like a wrestler.
He had dark shaved head of hair and a day of stubble
on his face.  "What is this about? The little
faggot?", Sailor quipped. The 235 lb Ramos, didn't
answer with words, but grabbed the sailor and turned
him around against the bar and began putting handcuffs
on him. In a drunken slur Sailor replied "Come on
Captain Kangaroo, the guy was asking for it." "I said
we need to have a couple of words outside", Ramos
replied. Pulling him by the handcuffs he handed Sailor
off to his partner and motioned toward the door. His
buddies began to follow and Ramos stopped them in
their tracks. "You boys stay right here." Ramos shot
them both with a quick flash of his deep brown eyes,
his big nostrils flaring above his thin mustache.
"Understand?" The two men nodded . "Good, your buddy
will be back in  in a few minutes if he behaves
himself". Ramos then exited the bar.

Now outside in the parking lot, Ramos and his partner
had to carefully fold the dark haired Sailor's beefy
frame in the back of their cruiser taking care not to
bash his head on the roof rail. Ramos said something
to his partner who then stepped away and started to
call someone on his radio. "So what is your problem
Sailor?" Ramos asked, "What happened here tonight?"
Sailor was pretty drunk and feeling cocky about this
injustice being foisted upon him. Looking like a bull
in a cage, he replied, "We just started getting lip
from that little faggot over there and had to shut the
little bitch up. I mean those little faggots ought to
know their place", Sailor blurted. "They should just
build a city somewhere and put them all in it".
Thinking,"there in fact is such a city and you are in
it", Ramos nodded, "Uh huh". "We were just trying to
have a couple beers and mind our own business". "Uh
huh", Ramos nodded again. `So what you gonna do,
arrest me? Call my CO? He would just congratulate me!"
Ramos just smiled and shut the door of the cruiser in
Sailor`s face. He walked over to his partner and
asked, "How long?" His partner nodded toward the
street and smiled. "Right now".

The large gray unmarked panel van pulled into the
parking lot and stopped in the space next to the
cruiser.

Ramos opened up the door of the cruiser and helped the
drunk beefy Sailor out of the back seat. He was
confused a bit and stumbled as he stood upright.
Walking him over to the van , his partner threw open
the rear doors. They assisted Sailor up into the dimly
lit windowless van and shut the doors behind them.
Three other officers were in the back of the van
sitting along benches on either side. One of them
slapped the bulkhead twice and the van went into
motion. A small window into the cab with wire mesh
allowed the noise of the police radio and dim cab
light through. In near pitch dark, Sgt. Ramos and the
other officers grabbed Sailor and sat him on a bench
in the middle of the van. "What the fuck is going on
here!",  Sailor shouted as the five officers in the
dark rolling den were staring at him . Ramos un-cuffed
one of Sailor's thick hairy arms allowing them to
force him flat on his back. Sailor felt hands all over
his body, pulling at his shirt buttons, grabbing his
belt and tie and pulling them all off . His arms were
pulled back behind his head to arm holsters on each
side and strapped tightly while a belt was cinched
over his now exposed lower torso, just above his navel
and ratcheted down. "Holy fuck! What are you guys doin
to me?", Sailor gutted out of drunken fright. "What
the fuck?" He struggled and resisted as the officers
strapped his torso to to the bench with a belt. They
pulled off his boots, his pants and pulled his legs up
and buckled cuffs hanging from the roof of the van
around his ankles.

Now tightly secured , the officers began getting more
excited and voicing their anticipation. "Man, you got
a good one this time, this guy is hot USDA choice
beef". Another officer rubbing his groin at the
frightened Sailor taunted, "I wonder if he is a tight
little virgin or if he has already been punked".
Sailor nervously bucking  back and forth yelled "You
fucking fags, you are all a bunch of dirty fags!"
Ramos nodded and said, "Time to shut him up". Two of
the officers grabbed the sailor's skull and forced a
strapped open mouth gag in his face and cinched it
around the back of his shaved head. The rubber gag had
a nice round hole about 2" in diameter. He was now set
up to take in hot creamy man spunk whether he wanted
to or not. "So, you ever been punked Sailor?" an
officer taunted. Jacks grabbed a couple wooden clothes
pins and clamped each one of Sailor's nipples causing
him to buck and let out sharp yowls. "Don't worry
Sailor, it'll take your mind off getting your ass
pounded", Jacks said with a laugh.


Ramos leaned down and whispered in Sailor's ear, "Now
soldier, we can un-cuff you right now if you want and
take you into the station and book you. You will get
in some pretty big trouble over at the base I know."
Ramos rubbed his chin, "Or you can let us take care of
business right here and now - nobody including your CO
will ever hear about your little outrage tonight".
Looking Sailor in the eyes, he let it sink in for just
a moment. "So what do you say?".

The Navy stud was nearing the end of his stint in the
service just next month. He knew he couldn't get
busted. Sailor shut his eyes and then nodded
affirmative to Ramos.  The burly Sergeant  pulled the
final move and cut Sailor's underwear off him with his
pocket knife. As he threw the sweaty briefs to one of
the officers in the van as if a party favor. Officer
Santos, a wiry young rookie new to the squad this year
caught them and gave them a deep sniff as he massaged
his bulging package. Ramos grabbed at Sailor's now
exposed man meat and gave it a good squeeze with his
rough palm. Sgt. Ramos is a big dark skinned career
officer who leads his men  in many ways. Always
sporting a neatly trimmed mustache and a tight blocky
buzz cut, he exudes the energy and professionalism of
a police officer in a way that gets other men's
attention. His "A-Team" had been hand picked so to
speak as he had been a training officer at the academy
for the past ten years. As he unzipped his pants and
lowered his belt of goods to the floor of the van, his
fellow officers watched his Latin meat sway out over
the proceedings like a gavel. Hardening as the seconds
passed, Ramos grabbed his thick 9" shaft and gave it a
few quick pumps with his  hand to get it to full
attention. As if on cue,  partner Jacks and the other
three officers began unbuttoning their pants and
gripping their tools for the play.

As the diesel thrum of the van thrummed in the
background, Ramos pulled a tube of lube from somewhere
and squirted it all over his cock and balls.  The
other officers slowly jacked their cocks as Ramos
squirted some of the lube onto Sailor's clenching
nest, ready for the kill. Ramos then began probing
Sailor's openly exposed man-pussy with his rough fat
Latin fingers, smiling at Sailor as his digits began
invading his manhood. Struggling against Ramos and the
table, Sailor continued to groan and buck against the
restraints. The warm humid air in the van began to
smell of sweaty men and hard cock as the five officers
primed themselves for the feast.

"So those little faggots ought to know their place
huh?", Ramos finally taunted Sailor looking him
straight in the eye. "Well let us give you a walk in
their shoes". With that he grabbed Sailor's thighs and
with all his body weight, plunged his fat Latin cock
deep into Sailor's stinky meat hole. Letting out a
deep yell through the 2" round hole in the mouth gag,
his plea was incoherent but could have been heard a
block away. Sgt. Ramos banged him hard and fast, SLAP,
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, getting right into a hard hot fuck
without any pretense. The officers began cheering and
yelling. "Fuck that ass! Fuck the Sailor bitch! Yeah!.
The soldier rolled his head back in pain and fury only
to see the driver peeking through the grated window at
him, laughing. His asshole pierced with the meat of
another man in violent waves, he felt a surge of
warmth and white noise engulf him. The dull but sharp
and burning pain was overtaking him as sweat rolled
down his face in streams. The sailor now petrified and
frozen in time, his tits were sharply burning in
unison with the throbbing flame of his asshole. He
began to give in as the van continued rolling through
town.

The other officers were standing up now, jacking off
as they hooted and hollered. Sailor watched as Officer
Franks and Black were now standing at his face, their
jacking cocks inches away glistening sweat and oozing
pre-cum as the hands clasped around them pumped back
and forth toward him. He could smell their cocks. They
began painting his face with their wet sticky piss
slits as Sgt Ramos continued pounding his ass with
vengeance. Franks began getting jumpy and blew his
load all over  Sailor's day-long stubble. Laughing and
cheering erupted as cum ran down his cheeks and off
his eyebrows. He was rocking his head back and forth
to try and keep it from getting on him. "Hold his head
still!", Franks ordered. Two of the other officers
grabbed his skull and held it solid while Franks
pumped the last few streams of his hot man cum into
the gag hole over Sailor's mouth. Black stood by and
followed by blowing his load and directing most of it
into Sailor's mouth. Unable to stop the invasion of
warm spunk the sailor gagged for a moment or two,
trying to force the hot juices out of his mouth. He
eventually fell prey to the uncontrollable swallow
instinct the men's juices as they smeared his face
with their wet cocks! "That's right, swallow it down
buddy that is the way to take it like the man you
are", Franks said to the sailor as he ran his hands
caressingly across Sailor's cum matted brow.

Sgt. Ramos was bucking like a stallion on the other
end still, as the sailor seemed to fall into a
resigned state of heavy breathing and coping. A couple
of quick fast thrusts and Ramos pulled his fat cock
out of the hot burning hole and blew his load all over
Sailor's stomach. The smell of cum and shit filled the
air as Ramos slapped the sailors ass saying, "You were
a tight little one!" Looking around the dark humid
van, Ramos asked "Who's next?" His partner Jacks, who
had been priming his cock for the past five minutes
stepped up next and lubed his tool up. He gave
sailor's now stinky and dry hole a couple smears of
fresh lube before he sunk his meat into him and began
fucking his eyes out. Sailor's cock had been coming to
an erection over the past few minutes and was standing
tall. Whether or not he was getting off on this gang
fuck or not was unclear, but his prostate was
definitely liking it. One of the officers began
sucking him off while Jacks fucked him raw.

Ramos stepped up to the front of the van and began
rubbing his sticky wet and stinky cock on sailors
face. "I think he wants a couple more loads of faggot
juice boys", Ramos said to the officers. Ramos then
held sailor's head still while they stepped over to
pump his face full of Glorious White. Officer Santos
jabbed his uncut cock into the gag ring that made
sailor's mouth into a safe haven fuck hole and began
pumping his rod against Sailor's fighting tongue. His
rough sticky tongue fighting the head of his cock felt
so hot. Slowly shoving his cock deeper into his
throat, the sailor gave up the fight as the taste of
piss and sweat enveloped his mouth. Santos face fucked
Sailor until his cock exploded in his mouth.  Sailor's
reflexes forced him to swallow the hot loads of cum as
one officer after another came back for another cum
dump in-between asshole floggings.  Sailor's
auto-piloted hard cock meat finally wagged a couple
times and shot a load of jiz all over the place,
getting it all over his chest and face. "Looks like
our Sailor got off on all this fag action boys!",
Santos teased as he patted the Navy boy on the head.
Officer Santos bent down and licked Sailor tool clean,
taking his softening rod into his mouth a couple times
and proceeded to lick up his military issue juice from
the matted fur that lined his muscular chest. Santos,
leaned over Sailor's face and looked him in the eye as
he licked his lips. "Man, this little Sailor faggot
likes getting his ass fucked!", he taunted and
laughed".

It seemed like hours as the five officers reamed
Sailor a new size 9 chute and fed him enough cum to
sober up a horse. But it had only been about 25
minutes of getting ridden by five cop studs in the
back of the police van. Sailor was barely able to talk
or move as the van finally stopped and the officers
buttoned their pants back up. Bending down to Sailor's
face Ramos asked, "Are you gonna be good now?" Sailor
nodded in exhaustion.

With the help of the now sexually satisfied officers,
the sailor was strapped from the bench in the van.
Ramos wiped up the sailors  greasy cum smeared asshole
and slid his dress whites back on his legs and
buttoned them around his waist. Zipping them up, Ramos
gave Sailors cock a little rub and stuffed it into his
fly. As Ramos helped him off the table, Sailor
stumbled a couple times trying to stand up. Each of
the officers were looking at him with a sense of
domination and satisfaction, making him feel pretty
conquered and defeated. Officer Santos held Sailor's
ripped underwear to his face and sniffed deeply as he
smiled and winked at him. The thick tingling paste of
five men's cum and cock in his mouth was overwhelming
with no relief. His mouth was almost glued together
inside. The red swelling burning sensation in his ass
made it hard to move.

"So, today is your lucky day sailor", Ramos told him
as he slapped him on the back and wiped more cum off
his face with a Kleenex. "You got off instead of
getting arrested" The officers all laughed out loud,
Jacks saying to one of the others, "I love it when he
says that". The sailor just stood there speechless as
Ramos straightened Sailor`s black neck tie like a
mother to a child. The doors flung open and Ramos
helped the sailor out on to the pavement of the bar
parking lot. As the van drove off, Ramos pointed
Sailor back to the bar. "Get your buddies to buy you a
beer to wash that down", he told sailor with a wink.
"Now, don't let us have to come back here because next
time it's a jail cell if you know what I mean."