All About Butt

By john rigg

Published on Sep 18, 2015

Gay

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ALL ABOUT BUTT.....STORY 2

He sat opposite me. It was 9.30am.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He just laughed.

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

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

'' And their leader?'' he demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His next simple statement sent shivers through my body.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Still shaking, I remained silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then he laughed again.

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

And so it began......

Next: Chapter 3


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