A Love Story

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Synopsis

This six-part story is, as the name suggests, a love story. It is definitely homo-erotic and in Parts 1,5 and 6 quite heavily into cp and male rape. The action takes place on a Caribbean island and the lovers are a young white man fresh out of university whose name is Chris and a teenage black man named Sean. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Part one was intended as the first in a series of stories about Chris's travels and adventures after University so you can follow part one with The Medical or continue with Love Story.

A Love Story

Pt.1 - Police Brutality

"Give yourself a couple of weeks to unwind before racing round the world," Dad said.

I had just come down from university with a brand new shiny degree and my father and grandfather were funding me for six months of travelling before settling down to my career.

My first stop was Dad's villa in Antigua, thinking about all those gorgeous West Indian guys at the clubs in London.

The reality here however was a little different than I planned!

I trudged back to my dad's villa feeling about as depressed as could be. Two weeks on a Caribbean Paradise Island with no family interference was a dream, now turned nightmare. I had been flaunting myself on the beach every day for a week in the briefest of Hom swimwear. I dressed to kill in the bars in the evenings and had not had a nibble. Tonight I had really pulled out the stops. Off white linen pants, just a little too tight with a white tanga beneath. Not much left to the imagination, my arse looked fantastic and the bulge at my crutch was to die for. Yes, the local guys talked to me, but I wanted a lot more than talk, particularly from the two guys I saw regularly on the beach.

I guessed that one of them was about two years younger than me, about 18 or 19, and the other was about 25. Dressed in black shorts that still could not hide the bulk of their packages, with crisp white shirts that showed their body shape well. I guessed they must be some kind of security because they patrolled the beach every day. I thought how great it would be to have those cocks in my mouth, before shagging the fantastic butts that their retreating figures showed. When I saw them coming towards me on the beach each day my normal 5 inches soft grew a little so that my briefs hardly contained me. They always made a point of passing close and always ogled my box. I would have liked to get my cock hard just to see their reaction but long and thick would no way fit into my briefs. I always said Hello' to them and on the first day the young one said Hello' back, but the older one scowled and they neither of them spoke again.

According to my friends, I am a great looking guy. Great butt, and a package that even the black guys here couldn't take their eyes off. So why in seven days had I been forced to use my right hand for satisfaction?

Just as I reached the front door of the villa a car drew up alongside me and a voice from inside said, "Excuse me Sir, can we have a word."

I stopped and turned round as two uniformed police officers got out of an unmarked car. I immediately recognised them by the light in the porch. They were the two guys from the beach. One was a Sergeant which surprised me and the other must have been just a probationary Constable, he could not be old enough for any thing else. Great looking guys I thought, a pity they were cops and their uniforms were a terrible fit, not at all sexy now.

"Yes," I said, "what can I do for you?"

"Where have you been this evening?" said the Sergeant.

"Just to the Yacht Club Bar in the complex."

"We have heard that you passed money to one of the customers who we have been keeping an eye on as a suspected drug dealer."

"Not me that is definitely not my scene."

"I'm sorry Sir, but we would like you to come with us to police HQ for a full body search."

I very quickly realised what that entailed. A drug dog had sniffed out one of my mates back in England when we returned from Morocco a couple of years ago, he had only been smoking a joint, but customs put him through the ringer. He recounted the details later over a pint. This was not going to make me happy.

"I don't suppose I have any choice do I? Who will carry it out?"

"We will," said the Sergeant.

I could think of worse people to be feeling my parts even if it was only for official reasons.

The Constable coughed and pointed at his watch. The Sergeant checked his as well and turning back to me said, in a less officious voice than before, "Look Sir, it is a bit late, are you certain you are not carrying any hard drugs on you?"

I thought, I'm off the hook, whoopee.

"No Sergeant, definitely not."

"OK, Sir, this is my suggestion then. We have to carry out the body search for our report, but if you are willing we can do it here in your house."

A bit disappointed, I said, "I guess that is better than the station."

"Be assured it is Sir, we would probably have an audience down there of probationers learning the ropes."

The Constable returned to the car at the Sergeant's nod and we walked into the villa.

"Can we have a look round the house Sir while the Constable fetches the gear?"

"Yes, no problem." I said, thinking it a little odd.

When we reached the study the Sergeant said, "This will do Sir, for the body search."

Dad had made a great job of his study. A twin pedestal Regency Desk with a Captains Chair behind it was at one end. A big Persian Rug covered the floor in front of the desk with two Carver chairs on it. A Chesterfield Sofa and coffee table were at the far end, and Book Cases covered one of the other walls. The lighting could be subtle or very bright. The Sergeant said he wanted maximum light for his search.

I was asked to stand about six feet away from the desk facing it. He stood by the desk, which he cleared, and the Constable was to pass articles of clothing one at a time to be inspected before commencing the body search.

The Constable came in with a small package and a holdall. He put the holdall in a corner and unwrapped the package placing the contents on the desk. I could see a pair of sterile gloves in a bag, a tube of KY Gel a small torch and something that looked similar to an expanding raw plug only smooth and much larger, it had a lever action, which I could see would make it expand. (I later found out it was a thing called a Speculum, used by doctors to dilate the anus for examination purposes).

That last object looked nasty. I am active and have never had anything up my arse.

"Ok Sir, if you would like to start with your shoes, pass them one at a time to the Constable."

I did as I was told, now resigned to a humiliating experience.

The Sergeant inspected them and put them on the floor under the desk. My shirt came next and then my trousers. They both took a good look at my box as I stood in my tanga.

"Now that Sir," said the Sergeant pointing at the last tiny piece of clothing remaining.

I was now stark naked with my dick on show, at least it was big enough not to embarrass me.

"Put you hands together behind your head Sir while the Constable checks your body."

I did and the Constable ran his hands quickly over my body and legs avoiding contact with my arse or genitals.

Maybe this was not going to be as bad as I expected I thought, quickly finding out my mistake.

The Constable crouched down in front of me, lifted my penis and using both thumbs opened my pee hole for a look. I found that quite erotic and was having difficulty not showing it, to no avail because next, one hand lifted my dick up against my body while my scrotum was stretched and my balls rolled between the fingers of his other hand, the hand ran back across my perineum between my legs stopping just before it reached my pinky. This was too much, my cock was now only a couple of inches short of a full erection. At that point, the Sergeant who had been watching all this with a self satisfied grin on his face, said that would do and looking at me asked me to move to just a foot from the desk. Bend forward so that my chest rested on it and spread my legs as wide as I could.

"I`m sure you can do better than that Sir," the Sergeant said. "A fit young guy like you should be able to spread those legs at least another couple of feet."

I did but it was pretty uncomfortable and embarrassing because from behind I was wide open and felt very vulnerable.

While this last bit was going on the Constable had put on the sterile gloves and I could see him lubing up a couple of fingers. He crouched down behind me so that his face was level with my arse

"If you would like to put your hands behind you Sir and hold the cheeks of your arse wide," said the Constable

This was getting worse but what could I do? The alternative was the much more public Police HQ where I would have an audience for all this.

The Constable started gently with just one finger working it gradually further up my back passage until he started to caress my prostate. That was it, my cock sprang to full erection. What made it worse was the Sergeant was moving from behind to the side at intervals, not missing a thing. The Constable withdrew and started in again with two fingers. He was very gentle and it was very erotic, but what was he playing at. This did not feel right, but when I said so, I was offered the alternative again of the Police HQ with an audience. I would have died.

"I can feel something up there Serg. but I can't get quite far enough. We need to get a visual."

I didn't understand the visual bit, but I was soon to find out

"Ok Sir, can you just roll over onto your back."

Rolling over onto my back with both feet still on the floor showed my erect cock standing proud for both the police officers to ogle. They both just looked at it for long enough to see me go very red in the face. My embarrassment was now complete, I thought so protest would have been futile.

The police officers stood in front of the desk and each lifted one of my legs up high. The Sergeant then took both of them while the Constable went round to the other side and taking both legs pulled them down so that they were spread wide with knees almost touching the desk at the side of my shoulders. I was glad I could not see what the Sergeant could see I would have died. He stood there between my legs for what seemed an age just staring at my butt and my cock and balls. Then he picked up the nasty object and using his well lubed fingers to assist inserted it into my anus.

"What are you doing Sergeant? This doesn't seem right."

"The Constable is sure he can feel something that should not be there so I am spreading you for a visual. We can go to HQ where a doctor would do this Sir if you want."

That HQ threat was there again and I waived my right to a doctor. In retrospect I should have clicked, they knew I was petrified at the thought of HQ with an audience and used it to keep me passive about what they were doing to me.

Once it was inside me I could see and feel the lever working and expanding the object. It was uncomfortable but not painful at this stage, but the Sergeant was really working at it and I was spreading wider all the time. It began to feel as though I had an enormous dick inside me that was still getting hard. Eventually it did start to hurt and I was gasping. I thought he would be able to stick his fist in me if he expanded it any more. He stopped at last, picked up the torch and shone it up my arse. He went ah! and pushed several fingers in, wiggled them around and stood up holding a little white sausage like thing.

"Look what I found," he said

My legs were let loose and I was able to stand up again, uncomfortable with that thing still embedded in my arse, but that was soon forgotten when he said one word,

"Heroine,"

I lost my hard on more rapidly than ever before in my life.

"That is not mine," I gasped.

"That is what they all say," growled the Sergeant, "when we produce this in court with the sworn testimony of two police officers you'll get 7 to10 years at least."

I was devastated, I knew I had been fitted up big time, but not before they had some fun. Now it was over and I would be spending forever in prison, I had heard of this sought of thing happening in the Far East but never expected to be a party to it here in Antigua, this was supposed to be paradise.

The Constable then said in a pleading voice. "Serg, do we have to this time, he is only about a couple of years older than me, can't we let him go with a warning?"

The Sergeant picked up his swagger stick from the chair and started tapping the side of his leg with it as though contemplating the Constables words.

"I must be going soft," turning to me, he said, "If we drop this charge and put in its place a verbal warning and our own punishment will you accept that?"

"Yes" I gasped, "anything you say." I was nearly fainting with relief. Whatever they did to me would still be a million times better than prison.

"Ok, this is the deal, for the next hour you do not open your mouth to speak; you do exactly what you are told without protest, whatever we ask you to do or do to you. If you deviate from that instruction at all, you will be down the station charged with possession of a class A drug. Do you understand?

"Yes, absolutely."

I was told to face the desk again and bend over legs astride. The Sergeant removed the nasty thing from my arse with a lot of fairly course and unnecessary finger fucking.

He then proceeded to beat me with the swagger stick. He started quite softly, getting harder as he went. Soon the pain from the stick was consuming my body so that there appeared to be no separation between the strokes. When he eventually stopped, he ordered me further forward on the desk so that my head was clear of the other side. The Constable had stripped naked while this was going on and walked round the desk with a beautiful hard on. I, noted that mine was bigger by a couple of inches at least and was invited to suck it and play with the Constables balls as well. I set to with a will, cock is my thing as long as I do not have to take it.

The Sergeant picked up the speculum again and inserted it in my arse. It was uncomfortable but not painful. He worked it in gradually and I could feel it expanding again as it continued penetrating. I was being stretched wider and wider. Not really erotic and my body was so eaten up with pain I felt nothing extra. The thing was expanded even further than last time and I began to wriggle about with the discomfort. The Sergeant slapped my arse hard with his bare hand and told me to keep still. He withdrew it eventually and started to finger fuck me. I thought I was going to be fist fucked the Sergeant was pushing so hard with all five digits. Eventually he succeeded and I screamed in pain as his knuckles moved over my sphincter.

"Please stop, please take your fist away," I was sobbing uncontrollably with the pain. My reward was a snarl and the comment.

"Shut up or I will give you my arm as well."

Once inside me I gasped at the sensitivity of it. He withdrew his fist and I realised as I started to relax that I was sweating profusely. The effort of containing the pain in my buttocks and the assault inside my arse had me boiling

"Ok Sean, I think he is ready for you now."

The Constable now known as Sean withdrew his cock from my mouth and walked round the desk to stand behind me. I could feel his cock head pushing gently at my arsehole keeping up the pressure until it went in. The pain was almost non-existent because I had already been stretched wide. Sean withdrew to just his cock head and went in again all the way, this time with a firm stroke, it felt fantastic; wow! I have 7 or 8 inches of dick in me I thought.

Sean started to pump in and out, gently at first and then more forcefully. I was turned over and my legs pulled back again to position my pinky for another onslaught. The Sergeant had stripped naked as well by this time and I was presented with the biggest dick I had ever seen. It had to be at least four inches longer than mine and monstrously thick. It was obscene.

The Sergeant told me to suck on it while Sean was ravaging my arse with ever more aggressive thrusts. I could just get the head in my mouth but none of the shaft so I did my best using tongue and fingers. I had never been spit roasted before and I found it really erotic. I had not touched my cock but I could feel a massive orgasm building, unbelievable given the circumstances

Sean pulled out of me very suddenly and came all over me. This was all too much and I followed suit, I just kept spurting great gobs of cum all over my chest and belly mixing it with Sean's cum.

The Sergeant leered at me and said in a really nasty tone of voice, "So you like being fucked boy."

Turning to Sean he said, "You can lick that lot up and then we are going to spit roast boyo again only doggy fashion this time."

"Do I have to lick it up Kember, that's really gross."

"Do as you're told or I will give you some of his treatment as well."

He stood and watched Sean lick me clean of cum. I really felt sorry for Sean he obviously hated it. I couldn't understand why he did it.

I thought, how come these guys are now first naming each other when they were so formal before, and why does the Sergeant hate me?

"Into your bedroom boy. On your knees on the bed so that I can fuck you standing up and Sean can get another blowjob in comfort.

I was about to protest that the Sergeants cock would split me apart when I saw the lips purse in annoyance. So I said nothing, walked resignedly to my bedroom and went up on the bed on hands and knees.

"Get your legs wider boy I want to see the arsehole of an arsehole clearly," he laughed at what he thought was a very funny comment."

I did as I was told and felt the sharp pain of the Sergeants swagger stick.

"That is for even considering protesting."

This time the Sergeant did not hold back very much and the six I received hurt like hell. The pain as each stroke landed seemed to permeate my whole body like a spreading fire.

I felt the Sergeant lubing me up generously as Sean came out of the bathroom. He knelt on the bed in front of me touching my shoulder reassuringly; I took him in my mouth and went down on my elbows so that I could play with his balls at the same time.

I braced myself as I felt Kember's knob end pushing against my pinky and tried to relax. The next thrust gained entry and I screamed in pain again. Kember certainly appeared to have a monopoly on causing pain. The intensity of the pain almost made me throw up, but I knew I would tolerate anything rather than the alternative I had been offered.

Sean withdrew his cock from my mouth and gently caressed my face, shoulders and arms. The pain eased slightly and I started to cry, (big baby). I had managed to control myself through two lots of punishment, which in retrospect was probably a bad move, it just made Kember more angry, but this last searing pain broke me in the same way his fist had. I could not help myself. The pain was so intense and started to increase again as the monster continued to gain ground inside me. My sobbing was uncontrollable now and Sean was obviously very discomfited by it. He caressed my cheeks and my back to try to calm me. Kember just snarled at him and told him to fuck my mouth harder so he didn't have to hear me crying like a baby. I started to relax a little and the pain started to beat a retreat. It was still severe enough for me to let out the occasional loud sob because Kember was not stopping. I felt he must have nearly half of that monster inside me now and still it carried on. When I felt the second muscle barrier go with another huge block of pain that had me gasping and sobbing at the same time. I knew from previous boyfriends comments that about seven or eight inches was in and the penetration continued.

I looked up appealingly to Sean, who shrugged and said to the Sergeant. "Take it easy Kember; no one has ever taken all of you before."

"No, but this little shit is going to."

Kember then made a final violent thrust and sank completely home in me. The pain was unbelievable. The cock felt like it was consuming my whole body and the pain the same. I was wracked with sobs, which just seemed to turn Kember on even more so that he was fucking me really violently

Kember started a steady rhythm of withdrawal and entry, not quite removing the head, long sensuous strokes, I could feel his cock head every inch of the way into me and out again. The pain was easing rapidly to the point where I really began to enjoy it. My own cock was rigid again and I was sucking Sean again like it was going to be my last blowjob. As he approached orgasm, Kember's strokes became even more violent and I could feel every movement of that great cockhead, then it came out, I was turned onto my back, legs pulled right back again. Kember then went into the bathroom and came back with a mirror, which he held so that I could see my arse and his dick getting ready to re-enter me. I watched in fascination as that huge cock stretched me again pushing in just a couple of inches to start with giving me a good long view before resuming its penetration to the limit. It hurt again intensely but I was still painfully erect and wanking Sean while I watched in fascination as I was screwed. Finally, I felt the rush of sperm inside me and at the same time I orgasmed again. This was unreal, a fourteen-inch dick had just pounded me and I was coming everywhere.

Violent to the last, Kember made Sean come round to my arse, and fuck me again with my knees pulled painfully right onto the bed either side of my shoulders my arse well into the air. Kember trailed his cock near my mouth and then forced it in while he watched Sean climb onto the bed to be able to pierce me again. He slammed into me for what seemed ages before withdrawing. Moving over me he pulled himself a couple of times while Kember removed his cock from my mouth and Sean slid his cock head between my lips before shooting a load to the back of my throat which had me gagging, but Kember snarled,

"You swallow that entire load boy or you get another beating."

"Well boyo how do you like our punishment." Said Kember in a gloating tone after Sean had rolled over on the bed.

"Not much," I said, "I probably won't be able to sit or shit for a week. My arse must be a real mess."

That comment, for some reason made Kember mad. "This little shit still has some fight in him Sean." Turning back to me he said, "Right boy, into the study again."

Sean jumped up and said," Come on Kember enough is enough."

"You keep your mouth shut and come with me as well, go down to the car first though and bring up the other bag."

The menace was very evident and Sean obeyed without further protest.

The other bag contained rope, padded shackles and a long object that I could not see.

"On the floor Mr. Smart Mouth," Kember said, "with your head facing the desk."

He threw one of the shackles to Sean and told him to put it on my wrist while he did the first one. They shackled my legs as well just below the knee, then made me shuffle backwards until my shoulders were level with the front edge of the desk By lashing my wrists to the outside edge of the pedestals I could not slide back under the desk without breaking my arms. My legs were pulled high and wide and the lashing put round the far legs of the pedestal. Once again, I was spread very wide, almost painfully. With my arse up so high it was now open house viewing wherever you stood.

I was frightened now though because I was completely helpless. I was stretched so wide I could not move my body at all. It was very uncomfortable.

Kember pulled the last object from the second bag and started swishing it around. It was a thick rattan cane. He looked at me and said.

"You think your arse is sore now Smartarse, you don't even know what sore is yet."

Sean tried, once again to stop Kember, but was snarled at and told to get their clothes out of the holdall and put the Police Uniforms away.

I realised then how completely set up I had been in every way. My face obviously showed my newfound knowledge.

"Yeh," said Kember sneering at me, "You've guessed it. We aren't cops. I was so fed up with you showing off your dick to us inside your pretty little briefs I thought we would see all of it. You are such a great cocksucker with such a smart mouth I thought you ought to have the works and this," he said, waving the thick cane around, "is your final instalment."

With that comment, he brought the cane down on my arse, almost in a stroking motion, he proceeded in the same way he had the first time with the swagger stick, so I started to relax, and my cock even started to grow again. Kember noticed it and turning to Sean said,

"You want me to be gentle with him, just look what he thinks of gentle!"

Turning back to me, he started a steady rhythm of strokes all quite hard. I tried to relax, but I could here and see the swish of the cane as each stroke was delivered and tensed at the last second making the pain worse. He must have had plenty of practice on someone because he did not increase the ferocity of the strokes beyond what I could bear. He must have given me about twenty, by which time my whole body was just a sea of pain. I wondered how many more I could take before I lost consciousness. I was now seriously terrified of this maniac in front of me. I received another few strokes only just retaining awareness of my surroundings and sobbing again at the incredible pain coursing through the whole of my body when Sean stepped in and forcibly stopped him.

"Come on Kember, you will do him serious harm if you keep this up."

Kember shrugged Sean off, threw the cane down and got dressed. As he was doing so he said to Sean.

"You are going to get the rest of the lashes I had reserved for pretty boy, plus another fifty for your actions here tonight."

He picked up the holdall with the uniforms in and headed for the door saying to Sean as he went,

"You're so worried about pretty boy, you sort him out any way you like, bring the rest of our gear and meet me in the car. Don't be long about it either I need a drink."

Sean untied me, told me to roll over on my tummy and lay still. He went into my bathroom and came back with a salve from my First Aid Kit. Very tenderly, he applied it to my buttocks, reassuring me there was no permanent damage. It felt really good, his hand was so soft and gentle, what a lover he could have been in different circumstances

"Kember is an expert at this," he said, "He practices on me"

"Why do you let him?" I asked.

"I did something six years ago that would damn me in my parents eyes for ever if they found out. Kember knows about it and has been blackmailing me ever since. I have to do anything he asks, including what we have done to you tonight. For months he used to beat me regularly with that cane, seeing how hard and how long he could keep up the punishment before he either broke the skin of my bottom or made me faint. I'm sorry, I would like to make love with you properly not violently like this."

With that he picked up the last of their things and left.

I went to bed after a shower and slept on my tummy all night.

My behind was still very sore on the outside when I woke up but not inside, I guess I must be a natural Slack Alice.

No Hom today for the beach, just a pair of soft cotton shorts.

Lying, dozing in the mid morning sun, on my stomach of course, I did not here anyone come up to me until I heard a gentle cough. I opened my eyes and it was Sean, by himself.

"Hello" I said.

"Hello," he replied. "Our boss has sent Kember to St.Lucia for a week. I would like to try to make amends for last night if I can. You can use my body any way you like and I will not protest. You can take your revenge out on me. I have last night's equipment in the car."

"Hmmmm that kind of invitation is difficult to say no to. Why don't 'we go back to my house and I will think about what sort of revenge I want to take."

Sean looked quite surprised and a little fearful at the same time. I already had a barely formed plan in my head of what we were going to do. None of it had anything to do with Sado Masochism. I could not imagine hurting this beautiful young man, so close to my own age who already suffered at the hands of a bully.

Part 2 to follow