Date: Sat, 4 Dec 1999 10:29:50 EST
From: Roarrr201@aol.com
Subject: Family Fuck Part 13

FAMILY FUCK
written 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.


Family Fuck

Part XIII


For a second everything was quiet. That soft metallic 'click' seemed to
resonate in the room like a deafeningly loud explosion and I held my breath
expectantly. Tuggart froze too, flexing his big, beefy pecs, but
surprisingly he remained passive throughout this seemingly endless moment
of silence. Somehow I sensed that his brain reeled with thoughts but that
he couldn't bring himself to move although he told himself over and over
again that he should do something. He seemed to be paralyzed with
anticipation. I also felt that his nipples got hard.

And then all hell broke loose.

Suddenly we were surrounded by a bunch of darkly clothed men who laughed
and yelled, all talking excitedly at the same time like primitive natives
who have just discovered some rare, beefy prey in their trap. The Captain
too started to shout at the top of his voice and struggled to get up. But
hands were all over him, pushing, pulling and shoving in different
directions. From my low point of view I saw nothing but black, shiny boots,
strong, thick thighs, clad in tight fitting dark pants, and crotches:
appetizingly big mounds of tightly wrapped man meat, right at my eye level
and only inches away from my mouth. But all the men moved quickly and then
everything got blurred in an increasingly noisy chaos.  For some moments my
ass was roughly fucked again: the men tried to secure Tuggart's arms and
legs but despite the handcuffs he fought back as best as he could, arching
his muscular back, thrashing desparately around like a fish on the
hook. And so the still amazingly thick and hard shaft of his man meat began
to piston in and out of my clamping, aching asshole again. The wild shoves
of his long, deep-driving dick seemed to bruise my prostate and made me
squeal, but nobody took any notice.

They struggled for quite some time since the Captain's sweat-soaked,
writhing body proved to be just as difficult to hold as a slippery, strong
pike that has just been pulled out of the water. But finally the men had
Tuggart's mighty arms and big legs firmly under control. I heard that
another set of cuffs was closed around his ankles. Roaring with triumph the
men now purposely moved the still struggling Captain up and down like a
stubborn puppet, drilling his wrist-thick, throbbing cock deep down into my
cum-filled guts again and again with violent thrusts, making sure that the
hard shaft went each time as deep into my ass as possible.

One of them shouted:

"Yeah, shithead, feel that tight boy ass around your dick again! It's the
last butt you're goin' to fuck for quite some time!"

It took me some time to recognize Bob's guttural, husky voice and then I
finally realized that we were surrounded by police men: seven tall, brawny
cops, each of them in his uniform, complete with cap, boots and nightstick,
who had their way with their naked superior - and with me. Tuggart was
fuming (to put it mildly) but he had no chance. One man got hold of his
hips and pushed forward with all his might, shoving the fat, pulsing prick
once again and with even more force down into my trembling body. The
Captain's dick seemed to reach up into my stomach - and it seemed to get
thicker and harder. With all my might I yelled:

"What the fuck are you tryin' to do, folks? Kill me with that dick?"

They laughed but it was a good-natured laugh. I heard Bob's voice again:

"Okay, guys, give the boy a break. Pull that shit-head back."

Reluctantly the men did as they had been told and so Tuggart's dick popped
free from my clenching asshole. Glad to be able to breathe and move freely
again I sighed and began to rise, glancing bashfully around. I felt really
embarassed since all these men had watched as the Captain had rammed the
cream out of my balls with his deep-driving, hard-fucking cock and seen how
I had gulped down my own father's cum, grunting greedily around the thick,
jerking dick that had stuck in my mouth. But nobody took any notice of me
and of Dad as we awkwardly disentangled our bodies and tried to loosen our
strained muscles. Thankfully and understandably all the men stared at the
Captain, at his magnificent, hairy body, at the play of his rippling,
bulging muscles under the sweat-coated, gleaming skin. And they stared at
his dick, gasping at the length and girth of that monster cock that swung
freely back and forth in front of the man's crotch, glistening with a thick
layer of cum, standing just at half-mast but yet bigger and fatter than
most other dicks nature has created. Instantly the room was filled with
admiring whistling and excited exclamations like:

"Hey, he's even hotter than I thought! Incredibly hot"

"Hung like a horse! Only it's not just a saying - it's real!"

"Look at that cock! And that those balls!"

"Holy shit! I can't believe my eyes."

"That's the biggest and fattest fucker I've ever seen."

"That really means something, Dick, since you had your share of big dick!"

"How on the earth could the boy take that rod up his ass?"

Unnoticed by the men Dad moved behind me. His strong arms came around my
chest and he hugged me. "You okay?," he murmured, his mouth so close to my
ear that I felt his warm breath on my skin. I nodded silently and leaned
against his broad chest, nuzzling up against him until his plate-like, hard
pecs pressed against my shoulderblades. I felt warm and safe in his embrace
and my heart jumped as he kissed my neck lightly, tenderly. Rubbing my
stubbly cheek at his smooth chin and strong jaw I stepped back until I felt
the spent but yet solid shaft of his dick at my asscrack. It fitted
perfectly into the moist cleft between my buns.

Grinding my ass playfully into his crotch I whispered: "Love you, Dad!"

I sensed that he smiled happily at my neck but then he asked: "Even after
this?" His voice sounded half mockingly, half seriously concerned.

"More so than ever," I answered and smiled myself although he couldn't see
it. He kissed my neck again and hugged me even tighter, silently reassuring
me by these tender gestures that he felt some special bond between us just
as strong as me.

"Will they fuck him?," I said softly while the cops around us still
chattered like a bunch of drunken savages. There could be no doubt whom I
meant.

"Sure," said Dad matter-of-factly. "I will too." He nibbled and licked
softly at my ear and then he added: "But you'll be the one to break him
in. I'll see to that."

My soft dick jerked and lurched suddenly pretty violenty and Dad's cock too
seemed to swell rapidly as we both looked at the Captain's naked body.

Tuggart stood proudly in front of the men, his face the usual mask of
invincible superority, his eyes calm and inscrutable. Despite the
handcuffs, despite his nudity, despite the glistening string of cum that
hung from the tip of his big, throbbing dick, he looked like the one who
was in charge. Only his grinding jaws and the quick pulse in the thick,
bouncing shaft of his cock betrayed that he was agitated too. When he
raised his voice, all the cops fell instantly silent.

"Stop that crap!," he said in that booming, menacing voice of his. "And
unchain me - now that you all had a good look at my dick! Unchain me now!
Instantly! If you do I'll be prone to forget the whole thing; if not you'll
have to face the consequences... the most severe consequences!"

For a brief moment everything was once again very quiet, but then the men
roared with laughter.

"Hey, he thinks we're not serious! My God, is that man mistaken!," one of
them shouted above the noise. Cheers and more laughter followed.

But Tuggart still didn't gave up. Seemingly unmoved he addressed one of the
men personally:

"I'm surprised to see you among this bunch of loons, Holfield. You at least
should have brains enough to see how crazy this is. Unchain me now! This is
an order, man!"

Holfield, a beefy, blond man in his late thirties with the massive frame
and the rugged face of a prize-fighter, stepped slowly forward. I knew that
he had always been one of the Captain's favorites; Dad and Bob had often
complained about the many privileges he had had under Tuggart's reign. But
now he seemed to have changed sides: he walked casually, almost arrogantly,
up to the Captain, hands on his hips, a mocking half-smile on his face, and
stopped only when his crotch almost met with the tip of Tuggart's giant,
cum-dripping dick. Hungrily Holfield eyes roamed over the broad, heavily
muscled chest of his chained superior, devouring the firmness of the man's
huge pecs, the thickness of his arms and his neck, the dark sheen of the
luxuriant mat of hair that covered the man's mighty torso. At last his eyes
settled on the thick shaft of the Captain's half erect cock that swayed
gently up and down just in front of his crotch. A big bulge tented
Holfield's dark uniform pants, a bulge that seemed to swell and grow by the
second and became more and more pronounced. Thrusting his hips forward for
just the fraction of an inch the fully dressed cop pressed the huge mound
lightly against the big, slimy head of Tuggart's throbbing dick, stopping
the bouncing movement of that thick arch of curving flesh. The Captain
stood motionless, rigid, holding his breath like a man who is at the brink
of exploding with fury and aggression.

Finally Holfield looked Tuggart straight into the eye. Grinning in his
usual appealing, easy-going manner he said:

"You made a mistake, Captain. You've gone too far. There's one rule we've
all observed at all times, no matter what happened: 'Always cover up for
your fellow officer!' You've disregarded that - to have some extra fun for
yourself. We didn't like that. You just don't throw a cop into the can. So
we've decided that it's time that we officers of the nightshift teach you a
lesson - and have some extra fun too!"

During this little speech Holfield's smile broadened into a wide grin: it
wasn't lost on him - or on us who watched - that the Captain's huge cock
had jerked markedly at the words 'lesson' and 'extra fun'. The massive rod
seemed to thicken from the base to the crown. If this betrayed subconscious
excitement it didn't seem to register with Tuggart's brain: he frowned
sternly with hard eyes at the man in front of him, radiating nothing else
than disdain and contempt.

"Hey, you seem to like this idea," chuckled Holfield, gazing once again
down on Tuggart's swelling, expanding dick. A large wet spot spread on the
officer's pants where the rough fabric brushed against the Captain's broad
dickhead: obviously it was fed not just by the last dribbles of a big load
of hot jism, but also by a renewed stream of sticky pre-cum.

"You hot for some big, hard cop dick, Captain? Turn around, pig, bend over
and let us have a look at your ass! You know what kind of lesson we're
thinking about!," said Holfield softly, his voice suddenly thick with raw
lust.

A shadow seemed to pass over Tuggart's stern face and he began to sweat
visibly but then he raised his voice again, shouting in his most dark,
menancing tone:

"You're in for some really big trouble, Holfield! All of you! I'll...".

It was Bob who cut him short by drowning his voice:

"Okay, now you've had your say, shithead! I'm fed up with all this master
talk! Let's have some peace here again. Give me a hand, boys!"

He picked up some piece of cloth from the floor and moved swiftly forward
while Holfield and another guy grabbed Tuggart's hands and arms to hold him
firmly in place. Grinning lewdly Bob raised his hand to gag the Captain. I
watched uneasily, not sure what to think about this game of humiliation,
and suddenly I realized what it was that Bob held in his fingers.

"Hey, that are my boxers," I exclaimed, strangely shocked by the idea that
they would be stuffed into Tuggart's mouth. Somehow I felt bereft and
suddenly really naked, as if I needed my underwear badly right then and
there to cover my bared crotch and ass.

But Bob and the other cops just laughed when they heard me.

"Even better!," cried Bob, "The Captain will just love to chew on them. I
bet he's crazy for the taste of boy sweat!"

He moved his hand once again up to Tuggart's face and but then stopped
abruptly. On second thought he seemed to have an even better idea. Grinning
lewdly he turned around and signaled me to step forward.

"Come here, Simon," he said, avoiding my eye.

Reluctantly I left Dad's warm embrace and walked up to my uncle, wondering
suddenly if he still thought about my bold announcement that I would fuck
his ass first time I got chance to do so. Even more blood began to pour
into my already halfhard cock with that idea and wandering around stark
naked with a bouncing, thickening dick among all these hot, muscular cops
in the hot, airless room didn't exactly help me to calm down either. On the
contrary: as I pushed through the throng of men who surrounded Bob and
Tuggart my cock brushed against curving thighs that were hidden in rough
uniform pants, against big, hairy hands and hard nightsticks. Each of these
brief touches made me shiver and added to my growing erection. The men
scrutinized my body as I stepped forward, eyeing my chest and arms, my
back, my ass - and above all my dick. I felt their looks on my warm, sweaty
skin and suddenly I yearned to see them all naked and hard - seven
muscular, hot cops with big, pendulous balls and huge, hard dicks. I began
to wonder about the size, shape and length of their cocks and asked me if
they would fuck me too after they had had their fun with the Captain and if
they would also bend over and spread their legs to take my dick up the
ass. I realized that I wanted a full-blown cop orgy right there and
then. First I wanted to fuck Tuggart, then Bob, then all the other cops and
then once again Dad, and I wanted them all to fuck me, one after the other
or in turns until I had a load of cum from each of them in my guts. I was
hot for cop dick, cop ass and cop cum; I wanted all these guys to feed me
their cum and I wanted to take their huge, sticky loads of jism - up the
ass, down the throat, and then up the ass again... or down the throat... it
didn't matter... as long as they came in me again... and again... and
again...

Naturally all these thoughts had made my cock hard as steel when I finally
stood in front of my uncle. He smiled uneasily when he shaw my rigid dick
arching straight up into the air, the big purple head already shiny with
oozing pre-cum.

"Ready to go again, huh?," he murmured somewhat distractedly and then
added: "Well, wait for your... err... turn with him. Right now I'm just
want your last loads of jism - to make this thing a little bit more spicy
for the Captain, you know. Let me clean the mess here."

'The mess' was of course the cum that covered my stomach and chest in a
thick layer, that stuck in big globs in my crotch hair and ran in riveting
rivulets down over my thighs: two huge loads of m own jism, shot all over
myself when I had been fucked first by Dad and then by Tuggart - and now
Bob wiped every single drop of it carefully up, soaking the piece of cloth
that he held in his hand thoroughly with my cum.

 I looked at Tuggart's face while Bob ran the ball of faded fabric in
meticulously measured circles over my skin, scooping up more and more of my
smelly jism. The Captain followed each of Bob's movements with cold, darkly
glinting eyes. He didn't fight against the strong hands on his arms. His
lips were slightly parted and he gulped down hard several times; his
muscular body trembled ever so lightly, almost imperceptibly, the hairs on
his massive, broad chest seemed to stand on its end and his tits were as
hard and pointed as the beefy thorns on some obscure exotic plant. It was
impossible to tell if these were signs of nervousness or excitement since
his face was as calm and set as ever. I could read nothing in it. Nothing
at all.

Finally Bob had my body as clean as if I had just taken a shower. Holding
the cum-soaked, soiled boxers with sticky fingers right in front of
Tuggart's mouth he said:

"Come on, open these sweet lips, Captain! Here's something for you to chew
on while we take your ass. We don't want you to bite off your tongue
because of the pain, you know. And we don't want to frighten the neigbors
with your cries."

Tuggart shot him a fiery glance and said contemptously:

"You'll regret this! I'll make you regret this, Mon...mmmmrggghhh!"

For a brief moment the Captain's head jerked back while his voice was
muffled by the sticky gag but that was just an involuntary reaction, not an
attempt to fight back. He accepted the unavoidable with as much dignity as
possible. However, it is quite difficult to keep your composure when you're
cuffed and naked and then get several fingers stuffed into your mouth that
shove some other guy's cum-soaked boxer shorts down your throat. It's
probably even more difficult to play your part with a dignified bearing
when that happens to you while you're surrounded by a bunch of big,
muscular, horny men who laugh, whistle and shout approvingly while you're
abused - and then roar and yell even more triumphantly because they see you
throw a boner while you're gagged with cruel efficiency.

And that was exactly what happened to the Captain when Bob stuffed the huge
lump of wet fabric as deep and as thightly into the man's mouth as
possible: his half erect cock expanded rapidly in almost violent jerks,
gradually loosing all of its sponginess, turning from a softly arching slab
of spent but still very solid pale flesh into the rockhard and almost
terrifyingly huge and massive club of brightly red man meat that I had seen
before the Captain had shoved that giant rod down into my ass and fucked
the shit out of me until he flooded my ass with the biggest single load of
cum ever. The already strong sexual tension in the room grew with each
stage of that wonderous transformation until it became almost suffocatingly
intense. Each of the men began to grope his swelling dick through his
pants; starting to get undressed some removed their caps, loosened their
ties and unbuttoned their shirts.

"Now, look at that, boys!," said Bob. "Macho master here is getting hotter
by the second with the idea that he's gonna take big, hard cop dick up his
ass - and that there's nothing he can do about it. I guess we've found us a
real slut here. Turn him around! I wanna see his asshole!"

With surprising ease Holfield and the other guy spun Tuggart's big,
powerful body around and then forced him to bend down until his ass stuck
high up into the air. It was - like every part of his body - perfect: two
flaring curves of flawless fullness that rose above thick, strong thighs,
cast into stark relief by the glowing early morning light that came into
the room, two huge, marvelously rounded swells of hard muscle that were
covered with the same thick mat of black hair that was spread all over his
torso - and all those hairs seemed to lead to the deep crevice that
separated his strong, taut buns. This ass looked more than appetizing; it
was simply hot, incredible hot.

"I said: I wanna see his asshole!," snarled Bob, his voice suddenly as
authoritative and dark as the Captain's.

For a second the men who pushed Tuggart head and shoulders down looked
puzzled but then they got Bob's idea: they both reached out with one hand
and got hold of one of the man's ass cheeks. Grinning lustily they then
forced him into an even more slutish postion than before: shoving his head
still further down to the floor and pulling the two large, jutting globes
wide apart they let us see right down to the bottom of the moist, hairy
cleft that separated them, until we could all clearly see the tiny,
clamping, puckered ring muscle that we were about to take with long,
deep-driving shoves of big, hard dick. All the men gasped at this obscene
sight and the temperature in the room seemed to rise by more than ten
degrees in just one second. I looked around and saw hungry stares, bared,
hairy chests, slick with sweat, heaving with excitement, and big, hard
cocks, angrily, impatiently, sticking out of open flies, oozing with long
pearly threads of pre-cum. The heat of all these hot, sexy bodies seemed to
close around me like a cloak and the heady musk of strong perspiration and
man sex made my mind reel. I felt faint but yet all the muscles in my body
were tight as a drum and my dick and churning balls were ready to explode
any moment.

Bob stepped close and jabbed one of his long fingers into the man's exposed
butthole without any preliminaries and in just one brutal shove. Tuggart
started; his body shook, his asshole tightened, his muscle-etched back
tensed and he grunted against the big gag in his mouth but then fell
quickly quiet again.

"Now we're gonna fuck you, shithead! All of us! One after the other!,"
snarled Bob, adding another finger, probing deep down into Tuggart's
clutching, tight asshole, and forcing him to stand on his toes like a bitch
in heat. "That'll teach you not to fuck with a cop!"

Actually it took quite some time before the first of us really began to
fuck the Captain. Important questions were to be discussed and to be
solved, questions like where to fuck the man (right here in our living room
or at some other place?), how to fuck him (on all fours or on his back?)
and - most importantly - in what order? Finally Tuggart found himself on
his back in an improvised sling in our garage, his hands and legs spread
wide apart and securely bound to chains that ran up to the ceiling. Lifting
his head he glared over his heaving chest - and saw me standing between his
muscular, hairy thighs, ready to take his cherry. It had been quite a fight
to secure this privilege for me, but Dad had kept his promise and talked
the other men into it, arguing like the shrewdest of all lawyers that none
of them would have had a chance to get into the Captain's ass without me.

And therefore I was to break Tuggart in.

Once again I admired the beauty of his body that was stretched out in front
of me: his broad, thickly muscled chest, covered with that mat of black,
curly hair, his big, rounded biceps and the wast expanse of his hard
pectorals, flexing with each of his movements, his powerful forearms, flat
stomach and narrow waist, his colums of legs, prickly with more of that
wiry black hair. Like entranced my eyes roamed over his over-sized balls in
their tight, wrinkly sack and over his giant cock. The thick club that
rested on his belly and stretched way up above his navel was still hard as
steel and it throbbed violently from time to time. Once again I was
over-awed with the sight of his body and silently I made the wish to grow
into a man like him: a perfect specimen of raw virility.

But then I remembered his aloof attitude, his coldness, his manipulative
games of domination, and suddenly the idea to take this haughty beauty with
brute force, to fuck his ass without even thinking about verbal or any
other consent, to make this big, massive man whimper and moan by ripping
his ass apart with long, viscious shoves of my hard, throbbing dick was
almost unbearably hot: I wanted him, I wanted to fuck him... hard... and
fast... and deep... and then shoot my cum down into his guts and make him
cum too just by flooding his ass with my hot, churning jism!

This fuck was going to a revenge, a retribution for all the other guys he
had made to want him while caring only about his own pleasure. And it was
going to be the sweetest revenge ever.

Standing between his wide-spread legs, feeling the warm hairiness of his
body against mine, I lubed my rockhard cock with only very little of my own
pre-cum. I didn't want to make this easy for him. Just a thin coat of lube
that gave my cock a moist shine had to suffise. I smiled excitedly, imaging
how I would force him to feel another power than his own, how I would make
him submit and acknowledge that he wanted my dick up his ass. He looked at
my face and our eyes locked. There was on fear in his gaze, just a proud
challenge that made my cock jerk and throb even more strongly.

I grabbed his hips and drew him close, so close that my rockhard dick
brushed over the open crack of his ass. I felt that a slight tremble ran
through his hot, massive body and my heart leaped with this reaction that I
read as a token of arousal. And so I got bold, maybe too bold:

"Remove the gag!," I said. "I wanna hear his voice when he takes my dick."

Dad frowned at me. He had joined the circle of men and stood among them, a
monument of massive masculinity even among this bunch of humpy, broad
shouldered, high chested guys who all sported sharply delineated pectorals,
thick, lean arms and big, rockhard dicks. Like me and Tuggart he was stark
naked while all the other men were still in their pants, complete with
belts and nightsticks - but all the flies were open and huge erections
jutted high up into the air. Obviously they wanted to be recognized as cops
while they fucked their superoir. This was going to be an official gang
bang.

"You sure?," Dad asked me. I think he guessed what was about to happen.

But I insisted and so someone pulled my cum-soaked boxers out of Tuggart's
mouth. The Captain cleared his throat repeatedly but didn't show any
gratitude. Nor did he beg to be spared, but I hadn't expected that
anyway. He just stayed silent and stared into my face. So I made ready to
shove my achingly hard dick finally into his ass, eager to hear him groan
and maybe even yell, but then he suddenly spoke:

"Fuck me!," he said, his eyes still locked with mine, his voice darker and
even more demanding than ever before. "Make me feel your cock, boy!"

It was an order, not a plea, and there was no lust in his voice, only
impatience and that dark challenge again.

First I was taken by surprise by this sudden change in his behaviour but
then I realized that I had underestimated him: he wouldn't make this easy
for me too. He wouldn't give me or anyone else the pleasure to see him
frightened or in agony, nor would he be an accepting, welcoming bottom like
I had been with all the men who had fucked me; no, he would be the most
aggressive bottom imaginable, he would do all he could to make me feel
inadequate and insignificant - a man who couldn't meet his standards, who
had failed to make him hot. That would be his revenge.

Sweat appeared on my face and my heart raced suddenly at double speed, but
it was too late: I had to go all the way now and take up the struggle. And
I knew that it would be a really tough fight to get from him what I wanted
most of all: an acknowledgement of my power over him.

But I accepted the provocation: holding his gaze I leaned slowly forward
and brought my face down to his head until my mouth was less than an inch
away from his slightly parted lips. It was a strenuous position but I held
it nevertheless, making sure that he inhaled the strong scent of my rank
sweat and my hot breath that smelled still very strongly of Dad's salty
cum. He didn't flinch. And then I hissed:

"Don't you worry, cop! You'll get much more than you want! I'll rip your
ass apart!"

The men who stood around us moved closer, breathing hard, fingering their
big, hard erections, watching intently each of my actions with wide-eyed
intensity. And so the fight began.

I pushed forward and the tip of my jerking, pulsing dick went up into
Tuggart's ass. His eyelids flickered very briefly but besides that some
superhuman power helped him to stay completely motionless and quiet. It was
me who gasped. I was surprised - no, overwhelmed - by the strangling
tightness and the incredible heat that surrounded my achingly hard,
throbbing dick behind Tuggart's clutching sphincter: he gripped the large,
flanged cock head tightly with his strong ring muscle, squeezing hard,
holding it in a spasming embrace that was tighter than the grip of any
fist, and then said in the same pressing, cold tone as before:

"Fuck me, boy! Fuck me hard!"

I moaned and gasped, my dick head still only half way buried in the
Captain's butthole, and fought back - fought against the strong urge to
shoot my load right then and there, fought against the rising tide of cum
that boiled in my aching, itching balls that were ready to explode any
second with fiery volleys of hot cum. He wanted me to cum already before I
had had a chance to shove the full length of my dick up his ass; he wanted
me to cream like an excessively excited boy before I had even started to
fuck him for real to humiliate me in front of all these hot, mature men and
so he clamped down again on my dick head and also flexed his big, hard,
sexy pectorals for my benefit. I gasped again and bit down hard on my lips
while a small, derisive smile appeared in the corners of Tuggart's full,
sensuous mouth.

Sweating like a stallion in heat I threw all caution to the wind and pushed
forward again, deeper down into that burningly hot, super tight asshole
until the whole head of my cock slipped behind the muscular portal. Tuggart
only gritted his teeth for the fraction of a second and then said with
sinister mocking:

"Ride my ass, Simon! You know how to fuck cop ass, don't you, boy?"

My hips shoved forward again, drilling another inch of my pulsing,
throbbing cock meat into his butt - Tuggart gritted his teeth and raised
one eyebrow but remained silent.

The next inch disappeared in his clamping butthole - he just flared his
nostrils.

I pushed forward again - he flexed his big, beefy pecs to massive, meaty
hardness and grinned at me haughtily.

His convulsing asshole pulsed in steadily tighter milking pressure on my
pulsing, jerking dick and I felt close, so fucking dangerously close to
loosing my load, to shake uncontrollable while jet after jet of hot,
scalding jism would shoot out of my aching cock and down into Tuggart's
clasping butt, and I was hot, so fucking hot, that I thought my skin would
burst into flames.

But then I kissed him and that changed everything.

It was more like an assault on his mouth than a kiss: prying his jaws wide
apart and covering his lips with mine I shoved my swirling, stabbing tongue
into his straining mouth, thrusting ravenously, plunging and probing with
such relentless force that the tip of my tongue seemed to brush over his
glotal stop, threatening to cut off his air.  But yet I forced his lips
even wider apart and my slippery, hungry tongue sought to climb even
further down into his throat, struggling with his tongue, pushing it back
to his palate, and I made him gulp down my spit that ran into his mouth in
a strong, steady stream. And then I sucked hard - and I mean: really hard -
at his tongue, so hard as if trying to rip the raspy slab of strong muscle
out of his throat just by mere force of suction.

This kiss at last took the Captain by surprise and helped me to get the
better of him

He grunted deep down in his chest and tossed his head, trying to break
free, to get away from me and this rough, almost brutal kiss, but I held
him firmly in place although he fought with all his might again, tugging at
the cuffs and chains that bound his hands and legs. He struggled, his spine
curving, his muscles tensing, but I had him. I sucked even more strongly at
his helplessly swirling tongue, tasting his spit and even some of his
blood, drinking the salty cocktail down with lusty enthusiasm, and he
grunted once again and then his whole body went suddenly from agressive,
clutching tension to unintentional relaxation, and my hips shot forward and
my suddenly freed cock shaft slid forward and forward and forward, deeper
and deeper down into his incredibly tight, hot asshole in just one long and
smooth movement while I still kissed the man with ever increasing brute
force until my crotch slapped juicily against his hard, flexing ass cheeks,
until our bodies were flush against each other, my belly and chest warm and
moist against his stomach and buttocks.

Tuggart made another sound in his throat and chest but this time it was not
an angry grunt but a long, involuntary moan. The men who watched us
murmured approvingly, excitedly, and I flexed my ass cheeks and ground
myself as hard as I could and shoved forward once again, just to make sure
that even the last possible fraction of an inch of my rockhard, throbbing
dick was buried deep down in the Captain's butthole. His response - another
muffled, grumbling moan - told me that he had it all. Every fucking inch.

I broke the kiss abruptly, yanking my head back in an almost violent move,
and left him gasping, panting and drooling with spit. Grinning
thriumphantly down on him I then growled:

"Sure I know how to fuck cop ass! I'm a natural when it comes to man-to-man
sex, remember?"

Instantly he was his former, mean self again. Or at least so it seemed.

"You'll be sorry for this, boy!," he snarled. "I'll make you pay!"

But it didn't matter anymore what he said. I felt the difference in his
body; I saw the difference in his eyes. There was just a tiny crack in his
mask of mastery but that was enough for me. He knew that his
counteroffensive had failed and that he was no longer in charge. He knew
that I was now free to make his body mine. I saw that in the nervous
flickering of his darkly glowing eyes; I felt that in the rhythmic pulse of
his clutching asshole and in the violent throbbing of his giant dick that
jerked violently up and down and slapped against my stomach.

And then I started to fuck him. I wrapped my arms around his thighs and
pulled my cock out, almost all the way out until only the head was still
inside his butt, and then rammed the throbbing, rockhard shaft back in
again, all the way up the hilt, burying myself to the balls in his
convulsing asshole. He grunted and I saw pain and pleasure in his suddenly
slightly glazed eyes, at least in his eyes, and I fucked him with all my
strength and energy, feeling his slick sphincter tighten and contract
around my pulsing, deep-driving dick while I shoved forward, retreated and
rammed home again, rising and falling, plunging in, ramming home, sliding
forward, fucking him harder and harder and harder.

Shaking in his chains from the assault on his butt he became more and more
vile. At least in his words:

"I'll... I'll make you pay... for every second of this, boy!," he panted in
between gasps and groans, "you'll end up in jail... where all the cons will
have their fun with you... every night... over and over again. You'll have
to pay for kissin' me... with the taste of your own father's cum still in
your mouth...  for makin' me gulp down your spit... you'll have to pay or
each of these... arrghhh... these shoves up my ass... for every second you
fuck me... for each time your hard dick goes into my ass... and for each
glob of your cum that you'll shoot down into my guts. You'll have to serve
a long time... a very long time... and when you'll get out your ass will be
so worn out by the deep, hard fucks of all that cons that you'll have
problems to keep your bowels tight."

But I didn't listen to this mean chant. I just chuckled and said:

"Yeah, go on, Captain, go on! Give me more of that shit. Keep talkin', man!
I know this is how you say: 'Fuck me, man! Oh, please, fuck me hard! Fuck
the shit out of me!' I know you're hot, hot for my dick and for my
cum... so hot that you're afraid to loose it when I cum up your
ass... afraid to shoot your jism all over yourself while I my cum squirts
down into your guts. What a disgrace for a mean, agressive top like you,
huh? But I know it'll happen... and you know it too. Just look at your
dick! It's bigger than ever before... and jerkin' more violently than ever
before... like it's ready to explode any second... and I haven't even
jacked you off. Am I right, slut cop? Huh? Here... I'll hold your
dick... pull it up from your stomach... so that you can see it... the whole
thick, hard shaft... pointing to the ceiling... throbbin' in my palms. I'll
just hold it... while I fuck and fuck and fuck your hot, tight ass! See how
it jerks with each of my shoves... how it throbs and swells and gets even
bigger and fatter with each of these hard-pumpin' strokes... how the head
leaks with pre-cum... never saw just a strong stream of it... like you're
takin' a piss... but's it's fuck lube...a sea of fuck lube... because
you're hot... so fuckin' hot, cop!"

His head raised, his muscles all hard and bulging, his tight buns flexing
around my pile-driving cock he stared at his own dick that I held in both
hands with some difficulties since the massive, rockhard shaft jerked so
violently and with such an amazingly strong power of its own that it was
about to slip out of my grib any other second. His eyes were wild and sweat
was running in rivulets down his face but yet he did not succumb. His voice
thick and throaty he croaked:

"Shut up! You'll pay for these words too, you fuckin' perv! I'll... I'll
pay you back!"

I stared into his glistening eyes, holding his gaze, and fucked his ass
like an efficient, well-oiled machine, putting everything into practice I
had learned about butt banging during all the good, hard fucks I had
received during the last weeks: I slammed into him in a series of long,
relentlessly strong jabs, drilling my rockhard, aching cock deeper and
deeper down into his guts each time, but then changed the gear
deliberatedly and choose another, much slower tempo for some time to keep
me from cummin' too early, varying also the angle of my thrusts, until I
suddenly returned to the violent all-the-way-in, all-the-way-out pile
driving that made Tuggart grunt and tremble, feeding him the massive club
of my dick with such force that my balls slapped noisily at his furry buns.

The cops who watched us liked my performance. I heard huskily whispered
remarks like:

"Hey, this boy really knows how to fuck. You taught him that, Henderson?"

"Looks like the Captain is havin' the time of his life."

"A natural born fucker. Just born to fuck hot ass!"

"Yeah, he's so hot. Might let him ram my ass too once he's finished with
that slut cop."

And they stepped even closer, eager to watch, to see everything, and some
of them knelt down around us and brought their faces down to the level of
Tuggart's ass and my fast-driving, deep-probing dick and watched with
unblinking eyes as my cock slammed in and out of the Captain's butthole
with wild fury. I felt supported, encouraged by them and the heat of their
strong, hard bodies seemed to burn my skin and I got hotter and hotter, too
hot to hold out any longer. I felt my balls tingling and knew I was going
to cum.

"Yeah, cop," I sneered, "I'm close... so close to cum up your ass! And
you'll cum with me... you'll shoot your jism right in the second when I
start to flood your guts with my hot cum! Here... look at your dick! See
how it's jerkin' in my hands! You want me to cum, slut cop? You want my
spunk up your ass?"

"This won't work, you asshole!," he rasped in a last desperate effort to
keep up appearances, his body writhing, bucking, battling, and glowing with
a sheen of sweat and lust. "Yeah, go ahead, boy, shoot your cum into my ass
to put an end to this! But I won't cum! No matter how hard you fuck
me... no matter how hard you cum up my ass... I promise you... I won't
cum!"

But he had lost control over his body - just as me. My sweaty crotch
slapped angrily against his buttocks as I drove my jerking cock into his
clamping asshole for the last time, crashing into him with brutal force,
and then a white-hot fire seemed to consume my guts while all my muscles
tensed, strained and locked and then my dick exploded with molten magma
that shot out of my aching, twitching balls, raced through my groin and
then shot out of the gaping piss-slit in huge, fiery globs that crashed
hard into the Captain's ass.

"CUM... CUM.... CUMMMINNN!!," I yelled in agonizing ecstasy while my
throbbing cock spewed and squirted more and more slick, viscid juice into
Tuggart's hot guts, filling him with my sperm, flooding him with an endless
gush of jism, possessing him, making him mine.

He came too - despite his barked vow. I saw that his eyes glazed over with
lust and then his giant dick expanded to even larger dimensions in my hands
and it leaped powerfully and swelled once again and when I squeezed the
huge, hard, throbbing shaft briefly, just very briefly and very lightly, he
started to cum. It was the most violent and noisy climax I had ever
witnessed. His hot, muscular body heaved and roiled and he howled something
like:

"YOU... BASTARD! YOU... FUCKIN' PERVERTED BASTARD!!"

And then I watched with unbelieving eyes as a flood of jism crested, burst,
and crashed out of his jerking, quivering cock, as his mammoth dick
exploded with a barrage of big globs of steamingly hot cum that shot high
up into the air and then fell down, splattering all over his belly, chest
and head, reaching even beyond the length of him, crashing noisily onto the
floor, while he roared with an incomprehensible chant that was entirely his
own, his body vibrating helplessly with each of all these violent blasts of
release. His sperm seemed to be everywhere: long beads of it clung to his
shortly cropped hair, dotted his gasping face, filled the hollow of his
throat, trailed shimmeringly down over his heaving, hard pectorals through
the thick, dark forest of his chest hair, and dripped down his sides to
form enlarging pools of hot cum on the floor, in the shadow of his
endlessly squirming, writhing body.

Like the man himself, his climax was simply extraordinary.

When the torrent in my loins had finally subsided I slumped weakly. Tuggart
fought for breath while the living snake of his cock still spewed more cum
out on his heaving stomach. Reluctantly I pulled back until my still
jerking dick left the man's spamsing asshole with a juicy, wet 'pop'. A
long dribble of cum that clung to the head of my cock linked my cums-soaked
dick and the Captain's butt until I stepped back.

Considering who had been my opponent I had done pretty well. But now I had
to make place for the other men.

It was their turn now.


(to be continued)


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