Fucked Up

By moc.loa@102rrraoR

Published on Feb 15, 1999

Gay

FUCKED UP

written by: Roarrr201@aol.com All rights reserved.

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

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

FUCKED UP

Part Six

I groaned deep in my chest and watched with bulging eyes, head long, as my leaping dick blasted long, thick strings of hot cum out of the jerking, spasming piss-slit, a flood of creamy jism that burst out of my throbbing dick, sailed through the air and crashed on my down-turned face, hitting my cheeks and my lips, coating my skin, running into my gaping mouth and into my nostrils. The sticky fluid choked me and created a weird whistling sound in my nose.

The cop who shoved the nightstick up my ass laughed huskily:

"Made you cum, mister lawyer, didn't I? Made you cum just by stickin' that stiff, hard rod into your tight ass! Now here's an ass-slut if I ever saw one. We got ourselves a hungry ass-whore here, hungry for big, hard things up his tight, little ass!!"

And he was right, absolutely right, and there was no way to deny it: here I was, bent over, legs spread wide apart, a hard, long police nightstick up my ass, and I came all over myself without even touching my dick. Also my dick stayed hard, it stayed rockhard even when I finally stopped shooting gallons of cum over my down-turned face. It remained as stiff as before, jerking between my thighs, and seemed to lengthen even more towards the ground. Yeah, I liked it... liked being taken... being forced to take that ramrod up my ass. I... I was an ass-slut, hungry to be fucked, to be fucked hard and deep and still harder and deeper. I was... I was queer. The thought hit me like a thunderbolt. Despite all that had happened at that day I had never thought about myself in this way. Somehow I had persuaded myself that all this was a strange abberation, that everything would be okay again once I got back to the city, back to my normal life. Now I realized that my whole life had fallen into pieces, had become completely insignificant. I was... I was queer and hungry to be fucked... fucked hard and deep and fast. I had thought that I had already felt all the shame it was possible to feel on that morning, but suddenly I found new depths of mortification.

Yeah, I was a fucking queer... I was a male slut... but somehow this couldn't be true... I wanted to go back to my former life... back to Kate, my girlfriend... back to my buddies... back to Bob, my best friend... but still I couldn't get enough of that hard rod up my ass, entering me slowly and relentlessly, powerful, conquering me, reducing me to a state of utter helplessness, forcing the tiny pucker of my clenching asshole to spread, to open up. I gasped, rolling my hips, writhing, arching my body backwards, pressing harder against the firmness of the nightstick that was shoved up my virgin ass, impaled me, as I forced my aching hole against the huge, hard rod that was slimy with my own cum. It was hurting, oh my god, it was hurting like hell... it felt as if my ass lips were tearing apart, unable to stretch anymore. But at the same time it made me so hot, hotter than ever before. I wanted that hardness inside of me... needed it inside of me... my body demanded it... demanded more... more of that rod... much more of it... all of it... inside my ass... I longed to be filled by it... wanted the cop to sink the full length of his baton into my hungry ass... into the hot, steamy depths of my ass crack... stretching the contracted ring of my puckered, spasming asshole like it had never been stretched before.

So I wiggled my hips, begging for more, forcing myself backwards onto that hard rod despite the pain. And then the cop slapped one of my asscheeks, still burning from the spanking I had received only some moments before. He slapped me real hard, and I felt a sudden and surprising relaxation of my clenching ass and the stick went further up my ass. I cried out, not so much from pain but because I was monentarily overcome by the incredible sensation of the hard baton buried deep in my butt hole, a hard thickness jammed further up my ass than my fingers had been able to reach. Another slap, once again real hard and noisy, and still more inches of that fat stick went up into the spasmic embrace of the strangling tightness of my butt. I was groaning and my cock stayed hard as I sprawled there in front of the men, and then I felt that my ass was wide open, accepting, welcoming, and I began to adjust to that feeling of being filled up, impaled, of being taken, and I flexed my butthole around the length of the stick that slithered into my trembling body.

"Yeah, pig, fuck yourself with that stick!," ordered the cop. "Come on, man, I'm not goin' to do the work for you here! Fuck yourself, asshole! Let us see how you bounce back and forth on that rod!"

And I did as I was told and started to work my hips around, driving the hidden hardness deeper inside of me, letting it work around in my guts, feeling it probe deeper and deeper into my hot ass, opening me up, and touching parts of my body that had never been touched before. I heard myself moan and whimper as I rotated my wholly-impaled asshole round and round, corkscrewing the hard, big rod in the clenching muscle of my super-hungry, super-hot ass, writhing, squirming, thrashing, my rockhard dick throbbing with tremendous excitement, my hips plunging back and retreating, shoving my ass backwards to meet still more of that stick, retreating, feeling the hot rod slide out of me, then ramming back again, burying it inside of me, in my clutching, convulsing ass, eager to get the full treatment, wanting it all inside of me, as the long nightstick sunk slowly, maddeningly good, into the ultimate depths of my roiling guts, sending off sparks of excitement that ran through my trembling body and seemed to explode in my aching balls and got me all hot as my burning sphincter stretched and stretched wider and wider open as that huge nightstick slid ponderously up into me.

The huge thing going in and out of my asshole had turned me into a panting, moaning hungry assed little queer whore. I was going out of my mind with the incredible thrill of feeling that hard fuckstick gliding out and then going back in, so deep into my butt, brushing over my prostrate, stirring my guts up. I was horribly ashamed but also horribly horny. Of course I knew that I was making a real fool of myself, fucking myself with that stick right in front of these leering men, but I just couldn't stop. I had to feel that fat, round baton go up my butt again and again, fast and hard.

"He likes it," chuckled the other cop. "Look at that ass-hungry pig, gettin' all hot from having his ass stretched real wide!"

"Yeah, he's an expert," said the older police-man, "he's an expert in fuckin' himself sore. Hey, piggy, smart mister lawyer, tell us what you feel right now! I want to hear that, you know, the first-hand account of an ass-slut, entitled 'how I fucked myself silly with a police nightstick and came in buckets all over myself'. You got that? Okay, shithead, start now! Go ahead!"

I shivered and panted, feeling once again mortified by the man's order. Head long I saw that Leason, the farmer, and Jeff, his hand, who still knelt on the ground, their faces at eye-level with my up-turned ass, had pulled out their hard dicks out of their pants, jacking themselves off while watching me with unblinking eyes, staring at my exposed ass with that long stick going in and out. Jeff's cock was long, hard and very beautifully shaped but to my surprise Leason's dick was a real thrill: it stood to almost nine inches in length and was an incredible five inches around the ovaled, bulging shaft. The man's mammoth rod was uncut: the foreskin had slipped off the deep coral colored dickhead and was stretched tight by the massive shaft that he caressed slowly with his long-fingered and strongly thewed hand, spreading the steady stream of pre-cum that oozed out of the piss-slit over the shiny head and the throbbing shaft. The cops, standing to the right and left side of me respectively, didn't seem to mind or to notice. From my awkward position I could see just their legs and their crotches. Each of the men shoved a big cock-print along his left thigh - and I mean: really big. It looked like both were hiding a thick branch of a tree in their tight-fitting uniform pants. But I had no time to oggle them: suddenly both men hit my up-turned ass-cheeks with outstretched, flat palms at the same time and with brute force. I saw their hands approaching and tried to guard myself, but to no avail: the pain shot through my body and made me groan, my ass-cheeks started to glow and burn again, my asshole jerked and spasmed like mad.

"You heard me, pig!!," snarled the older cop. "Start now. We want to hear you. Normally you lawyers aren't short of words, are you? So speak up! Give us some talk, Mr... er... what was your name again?"

"Please," I whimpered, "please, don't make me do this! I can't... can't... do it!"

Both men spanked me again hard and my whole body shook under the on-slaught of their strong, huge hands and my butthole contracted achingly tight around the stiff stick that was rammed up my ass.

"I asked you for your name, shithead!"

I don't know why but this demand seemed to be even more humiliating than all the other orders the two cops had given me earlier on, but that's what it was. Practically crying and trembling with shame I stuttered:

"Name's... LeJeune... Sir... Jay LeJeune... Sir!"

I had added the word "Sir" without thinking, almost accidentally, but when I said it the strangest thing happened: a bubble of excitement burst in my throat, forcing me to gulp down hard. I remembered that Leason, the farmer, down on his knees before me, had used it only some moments before and that it had obviously pleased him immensely to say it. Now the same happend to me: the sound of that word and the thought of saying it to another man, a strong, confident, broad shouldered, big muscled, prowling man, ready to take me, to use me, this thought made me weak with excitement as though a button had been pushed somewhere deep inside me, as though a barrier had been broken down in my mind and a sensation of release radiated through my whole being. So I repeated the word right away at the end of my stuttered sentence - and it felt even better then before, creating a warm buzz in my balls and in my rockhard, throbbing, dripping cock.

"Now that's a fuckin' weird name," the cop said, "I think I'll call you 'cunt' from now on - since that's what you are: a queer cunt gettin' real hot by that stick up your ass! That's right, isn't it?"

"Yes... Sir... that's right... Sir," I answered gaspingly, my heart racing like mad, my body shaking uncontrollably, "I'm... I'm... a queer cunt... Sir... and your nightstick... up my ass... your nightstick... is makin' me hot... very hot... hotter then ever before... Sir!"

"So tell us about it, cunt! Give us your first-hand account 'My life as a queer cunt', chapter one: The joys of a nightstick'. Here you go! And don't forget to move that ass of yours on that stick! Keep movin'!"

So I started, partly sobbing with shame, partly gasping with lust, wiggling my hips, fucking myself with that stiff baton, riding on it all by myself, bouncing my butt on it, making a real queer spectacle of myself for the four men to enjoy it:

"I... I... don't want this... to happen... Sir... I hate it... but somehow... I can't help it, Sir. I hate it... how hot that stick up my ass is making me! I really hate it! Please don't laugh... don't laugh at me! Please, Sir! Don't laugh! I feel so cheap... so undescribable cheap, Sir... getting so hot and fuck hungry... you laughing at me... just because I'm getting screwed by that thick and large stick. But... but... I don't know why that is... that huge, hard rod is giving me the biggest thrill... the biggest thrill of my whole life... Sir... fucking myself greedily... with that hard thing... makes me so hot... I want it so bad... up my greedy queer asshole... hard and deep inside me... it makes my prick ache so much... to feel it shoved up into me... right before you, Sir... and all the other guys too... staring at my gaping butthole... watching as the pole is sliding into me... sliding forward... into my ass... feeling like a tree trunk... my ass stretching out into a big fuck tube...Sir... inch after inch going in... up my ass... ohhhh, yeah... making me all hot... my butt's getting so full... so full of that hot, hard stick... my dick bobbing and drooling in response... jerking... with every inch that goes up my burning ass... I'm getting hotter and hotter... my dick thicker and fatter... jerking and drooling... I don't why it happens... I've never done anything like this before, Sir... never thought about it... but here I am... drooling and panting... begging for more... I can't believe it... loving it... every inch of it... feels so good... my ass opening up... stretched wide... forced open... I'm screwing myself... with that huge pole... while you're watching me... seeing how hot I am... a queer cunt getting hot... and hotter... I don't know why this happens to me... but I know that I have to do it... I have to screw myself with that stick... in front of you... my dick jerking, throbbing and drooling between my thighs... the stick turning me on... making me want it... more of it... all of it... up my ass... ohhh, shit... Sir... it feels good... so good... way up there... that hard stick in my guts... like it's trying to crash through my chest... ohhhh, yeah... Sir... like you said, Sir... I'm a queer cunt... and I like to fuck myself in front of you... making a fool of myself... getting horny... real horny now... Sir.. another load of cum boiling in my balls...ready to shoot out... to cum again... Sir... in front of you... while you're watching... watching the queer cunt getting real horny... Sir... so horny to cum once more all over myself! Sir, please.... please give me permission... permission to cum again, Sir!"

All the men had started to laugh just when I began my filthy account and the goddam sons-of-bitches were laughing their heads off all the time while I talked. I was horribly ashamed and horribly horny; ashamed because I was horny and horny because I was ashamed - there seemed to be no end to this turning of the screw. Once again I thought that I would go nuts if this scene would not come to an end quickly. It was too much for me, simply too much and I feared that I would be transformed into a schizophrenic loon. But there was nothing that could make the cops stop. They were the masters of this game and - as I was to learn very quickly - they were still not satisfied with my performance.

Instead of giving me the permission I needed so badly, the permission to shoot my load, to cum again, the older cop suddenly pushed my hand away from the stick and pulled the baton out of my well-stretched, hot asshole with one swift movement, leaving the puckered hole gaping open. I groaned loud in disappointment as the rod was abruptly torn out of my clenching asshole and felt overwhelmed by a numbing, unbearable emptiness that followed the rich, sweet fullness emanating from that hard, long stick up my ass.

"You're enjoyin' this too much, cunt!," the cop growled. "I don't like that. And you're comin' close too fast, much too fast. I think we'll have to teach you some more discipline and self-control!"

Listening in wonder to my own voice I heard myself yell as if in intense pain:

"Ohhh, no, Sir... please, Sir... don't do this to me... give it back to me... shove it back into my ass... please, Sir, please!"

And then my whole body was shaking with animal lust that made me mindless and the words came tumbling out of my mouth as if someone else had gotten hold of my mind and forced me to say them.

"Please, Sir... don't ... ohhh, please... please, fuck me, Sir... fuck me hard... please, someboy fuck me!Now!! I need it bad... need to be fucked by you... Sir... and by your partner too... Sir... by both of you... by all of you... please... Sir... fuck me... fuck me hard... fuck me in turns... make them fuck me... tell them to fuck me... hard... please... Sir! Please!!"

"Stop whimperin', cunt!," the cop said. "I'm fed up with all this screamin'. Here's something to stop you. Lick on this for a while, cunt!"

With that he pulled my head backwards hard and shoved the nightstick that had stuck in my ass only a few seconds earlier on into my gaping mouth! I gagged and my stomach heaved as I tasted the slightly sour taste of my own asshole, mixed with traces of my own cum, and smelled the tangy musky scent of my sweaty asscrack.

"Like that?, " said the younger police-man contemptously, "I bet you dig that too, cunt - it's like likin' at your own stinkin' asshole, isn't it? Move your tongue and get a good taste of it! Clean that stick, cunt. I want it to be as clean and shiny as before once you're finished with it. Got that, cunt?"

Whimpering around the dirty baton that reached deep down into my throat and brushed over my glottal stop I did as I was told. Once again I had sunk even lower then before - and once again this made me even hornier then before. I heard Leason and Jeff giggle as I swirled with the tip of my tongue over the hard shaft, encircled it with long brushes of my wet tongue and tried to produce as much spit as possible in my mouth to water down the strong, sour taste that overpowered my taste buds. To get over with the weird errand I pulled the stick out of my mouth and started to lap at it like you lick at a lolly-pop. When they saw that all the men started to laugh their heads off again. I winced but continued to lick at the stick, cleaning the whole length of it with my tongue, washing over the cold, smooth surface with long strokes, collecting all the slime in my mouth, gulping it down hard again and again. For a short moment my mind seemed to leave my body and somehow I saw the whole scene like an uninvolved observer: me, a young, well-built blond, stark naked, legs spread wide, torso bent over, ass turned up, hips wiggling, asshole gaping and winking, observed closely by three laughing men, licking feverishly at a long, slimy police nightstick, his hard, dripping dick clearly visible between his strong thighs. The thought of Kate and Bob crossed my mind and the idea that they might somehow see me like this made me wince again. I almost fainted from burning shame.

Finally I was finished and the nightstick was as clean and perfect as it had been earlier on. I dropped down on my knees, partly from exhaustion, partly because I thought it was the right thing to do, and presented the baton to his owner, the older, burly cop. He took it silently with his big, hairy hands, chequed it very carefully for remaining spots and then fastened it to his belt again. My eyes were glued to the huge bulge of thick, fat cock in his tight pants. For the second time on this day I asked myself if a dick that I saw in a man's pants was still soft or already hard. Looking down on me with his dark, cold eyes he patted my head in a condescending gesture of ownership that perversely made my throbbing dick jerk around erratically.

"Not bad, cunt", he said slowly, "seems like you know your place now."

He looked at me expectantly with raised eyebrows and I sensed that I was allowed to make a wish.

My words came rapidly, without thinking:

"Please fuck me, Sir! I need it... need it bad. Fuck me, Sir!!"

He slapped me across the face hard, so hard that my head yanked to one side and spit flew out of my mouth. I gasped in pain and in surprise, but my rockhard dick jumped up in excitement and crashed at my heaving stomach.

"Queer cunts never know their place," said the cop and he slapped me again hard, this time across the other cheek, "I should have known that." Then he grapped my chin with his long, hairy fingers and turned my face up. The grip of his hand was so strong as if he was set about to break my jaws. I squirmed in pain, staring into his dark, shiny eyes while he slowly brought his face down. His features almost immobile, his voice very soft, his face so close that I could feel the warm breeze of the man's breathing on my skin, he spoke again, marking every word by an exagggerated, very precise pronunciation like he was speaking to a half-wit or to a whining child:

"No, shithead, I won't fuck you! Never! I won't stick my hard, thick cop dick up your stickin' hole! Not for all the money in the world; no matter how often you beg me!"

With a gesture of contempt he pushed me back and walked some steps away from me. My cheeks burnt not just from the man's hard slaps but also from the shame to be rejected like this: he had spoken to me like to a child and I felt hurt like a child who has been unjustly punished. Immediately my gaze fell on his colleague, the younger cop, who towered arrogantly above me, his hands on his hips. The bulge in his pants was even more prominent: it tented his trousers in an obscene way and the sight of his huge, obviously rockhard dick confined only by the dark, rough fabric of his uniform pants made my mouth water. I looked pleadingly up at his face and mouthed inaudibly the words: 'Please! Please!'. A faint smile appeared on his lips.

"You're hot, cunt, aren't you? Really hot?," he asked.

I nodded eagerly.

"Would you like me to fuck you, cunt?"

I gasped in excitement and gabbled: "Ohhh, yes, Sir! Please, Sir, give me your hard dick! Shove it up my ass, Sir!"

He did not move, but stayed where he was and gazed down on me for some moments, the faint smile still playing on his lips. Playfully he grobbed the giant bulge in his trousers with one hand, squeezzing the fat, throbbing shaft so that it became even more visible.

"You're sure you want this, cunt? It's huge, really huge, you know -might rip you apart!," he said softly.

Once again the words came tumbling out of my mouth and I yelled:

"Ohhh, yes... yes, Sir... I'm sure... I... I need a hard dick up my ass... so, please, Sir, please, fuck me now... don't make me beg for it anymore... your dick is hard... really hard... I can see that... you want it too... you want to fuck me... I know that... so please do it now... give it to me... don't make me beg for it... just... just fuck me, man! Fuck me hard!"

Right then the belt hit my naked ass again. The hard stroke made me jump and I screamed loud. Immediately the older cop who had moved behind me laid the belt against my burning ass again, this time with a slapping crack that was even louder. My cry was louder too and I turned around with raised hands to guard my body against the next of these viscious strokes. It hit my arms and chest and was even more painful. I fell to the ground on my back, gasping, hands and arms above my face, my chest heaving, my rockhard dick dripping pre-cum on my stomach, and waited for the next stroke with closed eyes while I tried to figure out where it would hit my burning skin. I trembled in fear of the pain but strangely enough also in anticipation. Where would the leather strap hit me: on the chest, cutting into my flexing pecs, bruising my erect, hard nipples, on my inner thighs or would the man even be cruel enough to slash at my throbbing, hard dick? Would he dare to bring the belt down between my widespread legs, aiming at my asscrack and at my tight-drawn balls? At the one hand this thought horrified me but on the other hand it added to my ever increasing excitement. I seemed to hear the whistling whoosh of wind that announced the next stroke and although it seemed mad to do this some strange force made me spread my thighs even wider and thrust my hips forward, eager to meet the slamming strap, to feel it hit me at the most sensitive part of my shivering body.

But the stroke never came.

Instead I sensed some movement around me and then something heavy and rough descended down on my throbbing dick, pressing it down onto my stomach with slowly increasing force. I opened my eyes and saw in horror that the older cop had set one of his feet on my hard dick and on my aching balls, grinding the dirty sole into the sensitive skin as if he tried to crush my dick and my balls down under the heavy, black boot. I stared up at him in agony and he said:

"Listen, cunt! You're well beyond the class of men who deserve to be fucked my a police man, well beyond that! Got that, cunt? You're just a slimy piece of lawyer asshole - only good enough to be fucked by a sweatin' farmer daddy and by his daft hand. And that's what's goin' to happen now, cunt! You'll get screwed by these two horny guys here. They'll give you what you want - hard dick up your ass and hot cum up your ass. How handy that both of them are still here - I'm sure one of them would not be enough to satisfy your hungry ass. But two, that's different - huh, cunt? The first one can have a little rest after he has shot his sticky load up your ass and get his dick hard again while the other one gives it you, long and deep, and then he'll be ready to fuck you some more when the other one has creamed up your aching butt too. I'm sure you'll like that, cunt! And we're here to count how often they cum up your ass. So don't bother about keepin' track - we will tell you afterwards. Just spread your legs and enjoy! I'm sure these guys are very healthy farm people - and each of them is good for cumming at least three or four times in a row or maybe even more, don't you think so too, cunt?"

At this moment the younger cop set his boot on my body too: first he pushed my face sideways with the tip of his shoe firmly but almost gently and then he set the sole hard down on my cheek and on my neck, scratching my skin, pressing my head into the dirty ground, holding me down as if he would step on my face any moment. Once again I realized that they were a very good team, these two cops - inventive and always acting like one man. I hold my breath and did not dare to move, my body trembling under the pressure of two rough boots that were ready to crush me. I faced Leason and Jeff who watched me and the two cops in a mixture of excitement and fright. Each of them bet his hard, dripping dick furiously, jerking at it fast, forcing the swollen cockhead to ooze forth huge quantities of pre-cum, lubricating the thick shaft with the sticky fluid, sliding fingers and palm in a smooth rhythm, jutting hips forward, pushing the rod closer to my face. Then it was the young cop's turn to speak:

"Look at them, cunt, look at these two guys - they've already pulled their dicks out of their pants, all hard and drippin' with pre-cum, for you to see. Have a good look at these dicks now, cunt, for you have to decide which one is goin' to be first! Here's the young guy: that's a very solid seven inch dick, I'd say, nice and hard and straight like an arrow. And big, hairy daddy over here, now that's an ass-stretcher: more than nine inches long, I reckon, and really, really fat."

Leason looked very pleased and, gripping his huge dick tightly in one hand and shaking it enticingly, he opened his mouth, in all likelihood to give us the precise measurements of his hard, imposing cock, but the cop cut him short with an authoritarian gesture and went on:

"You wouldn't get your lips around that dick, cunt; it's way too fat - but your asshole will be stretched wide, really wide by this trunk of a dick. Now think, cunt: which one do you want first? The young one? Might be a good idea to give your butt a chance to accomodate. But on the other hand: he's young and looks like a half-wit to me. So I guess he won't be excactly gentle with you, but really rough. He'll shove his big dick into your ass with one mighty, relentless lunge, making you cry out in pain, and then he'll fuck you like an air hammer, hard and fast and deep, givin' a shit about you and your sore, hurtin' ass. Big daddy here might be more considerate and gentle, also more experienced how to shove his giant dick into a man without makin' him bleed. I'm sure he's had his share of tight ass and has fucked all the boys on his farm, probably also his own sons, at least two times a day- besides the cattle of course. Think, cunt, and decide! Tell us: which one would you like to fuck you first?"

I listened, slightly dazed by this unexpected eruption of eloquence, and noticed Leason's and Jeff's mounting excitement. They shifted around on their knees, dicks in their hands, like impatient children, waiting for the signal that would set them free, waiting for the moment when each of them would be allowed to shove his hard, fat dick up my butt. Although the situation was weird and totally absurd I felt my asshole itch and spasm at the thought of being taken by both these big, hot, sweating men. In my mind I saw myself on hands and knees, getting fucked doggy-style, my body shaking from the relentless, viscious lunges when hard dick was shoved into my clenching ass... Because of this day-dreaming I forgot to answer. My tormentators didn't hesitate to react: the older cop pressed his boots with severely increased force down on my exposed crotch and almost squashed my hard dick under the rough profile of his sole. I squealed and babbled inarticulate sounds while he said:

"Okay, cunt, I know it's hard to decide for you because you want both dicks up your ass at the same time. Of course we cherish ambition in a queer cunt but be reasonable: it's pretty hard to start like this. So I'd say we'll leave that for the end of our little session here, don't you think so too, cunt? Now tell us which one of this droolin' shitheads is goin' to have your stickin' ass first or you'll be sorry for the rest of your life that you didn't come up with a quick answer!"

His boot felt even heavier on my dick then before and I screamed:

"The big one... give me the big cock... let him have me first... I... I want him first!"

Jeff sulked while a broad smirk appeard on Leason's mouth and he said:

"I knew it... I knew it... queer cunt always go for the biggest dick they can get. And I'll give it you hard and fast and long, cunt... so don't worry! I'll fuck you silly and you'll get all my cum up your butt. Once I'm finished with you your ass will be so numb that you won't feel Jeff's pecker anymore!"

He wanted to brag some more but the cops stopped him by giving out orders:

"Up on your hands and knees, cunt! Spread your legs and stick out our ass! And don't move until you're told so!"

"Loose those pants, man - we want to see your swingin' balls and your flexin' butt while you fuck that ass. So get out of that pants! And then: On your mark! Get behind that ass, man, and wait for the signal!"

I did as I had been told and then watched as Leason stripped, revealing his broad, muscular chest with huge, hairy pecs and hot, juicy nipples, his shoulders and biceps bursting with hard muscle, shimmering with a generous layer of sweat in the bright sun-light. He took his time as he shoved the dunagrees down his hips and thighs, exposing his cock, big and thick as his wrist, that stuck out of the thick mat of his dark pubic hair, hard and dripping, jerking and throbbing. He squeezed the massive rod in front of me, forcing it to swell up even more, and let me have a good look of it while he spread a generous amount of his spit over the huge head and the fat shaft, making it all shiny with the clear lube. Finally he stepped behind me and lowered himself down to his knees too. He was ready to fuck me - and I was ready to be fucked. .. to be fucked for the first time.

I shivered in anticipation and sensed a strong heat emanating from the man's crotch while the cops watched us with leering eyes. That strange part of my mind that made me do all these things told me wiggle my hips and I did so, blushing at the same time with embarrasment. I felt sweat pouring off my forehead and trickling down my sides from my armpits. My dick was steelhard and ready to explode with another huge load of cum any second, throbbing between my widespread legs. Then both cops, staring down on us, each of them stroking a huge, throbbing erection through the material of his trousers, gave the signal we had been waiting for:

"Ready, man... steady... and go!"

I felt the prodding thickness of Leason's hige cockhead sliding against my asshole, pushing firmly forward. Sparks of excitement shot through the strained, tight muscles of my body as the hardness pushed into me, forcing the clenching ring muscle to give way with a burning sensation, making way for the round cockhead that slid into my ass, just slightly, but enough to give the man leverage. A muscle-tensed surge and then the whole head was caught in my spasming, clenching asshole. The burly farmer moaned, gasped and lunged forward with all his strength and I felt his big, very thick dick push forward, further up into my straining asshole. And suddenly the pain hit me - a pain that much stronger than anything I had experienced before. It seemed to rip me apart. I had to learn that the nightstick had not prepared my ass for the hugeness and thickness of Leason's dick and I yelled, tossing my head, my whole body tensing, my head sharply angling back:

"Shit, man... you're... you're killing me... stop! Stop! Arrrggghh! No... you're killing me! I can't... can't handle it! Take it out! It's too thick... much too thick! You're ripping my ass apart! Ohhhh, no! No! Take it out... please, man! Oh, shit... please pull out! Take it out... takeitouttakeitoutohhhtakeitoutofmyassholeplease... ohhh, please, man! I can't... can't take it... pleasepulloutpulloutpulloutyousonofabitch! You're too big... way too big!"

In response I heard only laughter. Moaning and groaning Leason who held my hips in place with strong hands and continued to drive the thick shaft of his rockhard dick up into my aching, burning asshole still managed to say:

"Oh, shut up, cunt! It's not my problem if your eyes are bigger than your stomach... or your asshole. Remember, you wanted me to be the first one... couldn't wait to have my dick up your butt. Now it's happening... so shut up and take my cock!"

In between strong fits of roaring laughter the older cop commented wryly:

"Listen to her... just listen to her! Our queer cunt is havin' a really good time... a really good time!"

I struggled to get free and found that all my movements only helped the farmer to push more and more of his giant rod into me, impaling me on that fat shaft despite my shouts of protest. To tell the thruth my pain seemed only to increase his excitement and his determination to fuck me - and then I realized that this determination excited me too. It was one of those strange twists that seemed to govern my life since this morning: I sensed the male in him, wanting to ram cock into my helpless, aching body, caring only for his pleasure, not for my cost, and this 'the-devil-may-care' attitude excited me despite the pain he inflicted on me... or maybe even that added to my arousal. So the torrent of words and sounds, mumbled and shouted in agony, that tumbled out of my mouth suddeny changed in timbre and quality:

"Ohhh, no... asshole! Don't... oh my god!... don't do this to me! It hurts... hurts so... ohhh, fuckin' Jezuz Christ!... hurts so much!! I can't take... take this monster up my ass... it's too big... too... goddamn big... ohhh... goddamn... hot and... ohhh, my god... big... so big... so hot... I don't believe this... so goddamn hot... and sexy... beautiful... so good... feels so good and hot... so hot... your dick up my ass... hard and thick... and big... so big!"

Once again my words created quite a mirth among the observing men but I didn't pay any attention to them and just yelled:

"Ohhh yeah, man... it's good... so fuckin' good! Fuck me, stud! Fuck me hard! Stuff that big, fat joint way up into my! Fuck me now, man!"

Leason laughed hoarsely and he flexed his ass cheeks and ground himself as hard as he could, as deep as he could manage, giving my super-hungry, aching asshole the last possible fraction of an inch of his over-sized killer cock until our bodies were flush against each other, his belly and chest warm and moist against my back and buttocks. And I loved it, I loved it! This was different, completely different from having the stiff but inanimate nightstick up my ass. I realized that only a dick was the real thing: it was pulsing, throbbing and hot, emanating such a strong heat that it seemed to burn the skin of my asshole. The pain began miraculously to ease as my body went from protective tension to unintensional relaxation and then my tight asshole was wide open, accepting, welcoming all the thick inches of the man's rockhard dick and I moaned, whimpered and rotated my wholly-impaled asshole round and round, crockscrewing Leason's big meat with my clamping asshole, until we both were writhing, squirming, thrashing, Leason's body suddenly a whirlwind of action, shoving, lunging forward and retreating, plunging and pulling back again, driving deep, pulling out to the tip of his lube-oozing cockhead, then ramming into me again, sliding forward, burying himself to the balls in my clutching, convulsing ass, giving me all he had to give.

Lost in my senses, my voice a harsh, husky snarl, I heard myself speak intermittently between loud groans and moans:

"Ohhh, man... fuck me! Yeah, stud... like that! Hard! give it me... hard and good! Ohhh yeah... oh my god... ohhh, mighty god... it's... it's so good.... fuckin' good! I knew it would be... ohhh, yeah... better than anything... ever... ohhhh, yeah. yeah, yeah... fuck, fuck, fuck, man! Yessssss! Fuck! I'm... I'm gonna cum, man... gonna cum soon. I'm close... so goddamn fuckin'... wonderful close! Ohhhh, yeah... fuck me! Fuck me! Hard! Deep! Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme.... ohhhhh, fuck!!"

And Leason had something to say too:

"Yeah, cunt... spread those legs for me wide... take it... take my dick up your ass... all of it... all my nine fuckin' inches... yeah, beg for it, cunt... beg for my cock! And you thought you could do me... forced me to go down on you... even shoved your pecker into my mouth... talked dirty to me... about me gettin' all hot just because of your tiny pecker... and things like that... and look who's doin' whom now... who's spreadin' his legs wide and who begs to be fucked now... hard and fast and deep... who's beggin' now, cunt? Who is? Tell me, cunt! I want to hear it! Say it!"

"It's me, man... yeah, it's me... I'm down on my knees and hands... in front of you... ohhhh, yeah... my ass sticking out... for you to fuck it... to fuck me as hard and deep as you want... ohhhh... ohhhh.... ohhhh, yeah... you're right... I had other things in mind... but now the tables are turned... ohhhh, man, give it to me... yeah... like that... like that again... now I'm wiggling my hips for you... and spreading my legs... and I want your dick... every fucking inch of it... so hard and fat... throbbing up my ass... so hard... and thick... I'm begging for it, man... you're right... I'm begging you to fuck me... to fuck me hard! Hard!"

He was really plugging away at my butt now, driving his huge, thick dick hard into my upturned, slippery ass, really hard. My asshole clamped and strangled and eased and released his hard dick and I got hotter and hotter, more and more excited the harder he fucked me. The tender skin of my asshole that had become a cock-way, were feeling every rockhard inch of his giant dick as it pounded in and out, in and out. I loved to feel all full of his big stiff cock, to feel him ram it into me, to listen to him panting in pleasure as he enjoyed my accepting asshole, his balls bouncing and slapping in the increasingly moist, sweaty valley between thighs and ass cheeks. I noticed that his breath became short, labored and raspy in his throat. He was coming close and so was I. We were about to shoot, to explode with huge loads of hot cum but there was one thing we hadn't reckon with - the inventiveness of our two masters of ceremonies.

Right at the moment when we both were on the verge, were ready to bust, to plunge into the dark depths of orgasm, when we needed just a couple of more shoves and lunges, right at that moment on of the cops began to lay the belt on Leason's bare, flexing ass with a crashing 'THWACK'! They started to flog the man who fucked me and they flogged him hard, bringing the belt down on his taut buttocks with brute force. He froze in shock and cried out in agony:

"No... no... no... what the fuck... arrgghhh... what the fuck...are you doin'? Arrgghh! Oh, no... no... I... don't want this! No! Stop! Stop! You're nuts, man... completely nuts. Please stop! Stop that! Please! Please, man!"

For a short moment everything was quiet and it seemed as if the cop had complied but then another strong blow landed on the farmer's naked, sweaty ass with another loud and juicy 'THWACK' and I heard him grunt in surprise and pain and then he started to shout his protests again. But the cop gave him the belt again and again and then raised his voice over the man's cries:

"Oh, shut up, fairy... take it like it man, daddy! I'm doin' you a favor here, you know... givin' you the belt... nice and hard and steady... your ass looks good to me... really taut and bubbly... no bad for a guy of your age... not bad at all, big daddy... yeah, your ass is made for a good spankin'... don't you think so too? I'm sure you'll like it... once you're used to it... it'll make you hot... much more hot then before... I know you guys... you all do... you'll be beggin' for more... for more strokes on your burnin' ass... because it feels so good... so good... gettin' flogged while fuckin' tight ass... there's nothin' better than that, I tell you... you'll cum like you never came before, man... just because of this belt... here it is again... and again... and here again... now, daddy... what's up... you're so quiet all of a sudden... no more cries... no more screamin'... only some groans... a long, deep-chested groan every time you get the belt... right?... am I right?... feels good, uh?... the heat radiatin' through your body... your skin burnin'... it hurts, right?... but at the time... it's so good... so good... to feel this belt... again and again... to know that the next stroke is comin' up... will hit you in a few seconds... waitin' for it... anticipatin' it... to think it out... between the lashes... and then to hear it comin'... whizzing through the air... fallin' down on your burnin' skin... hard... to hear that loud 'whack'... and to feel the heat buildin' up under your skin... makes you hot, right?... very hot... makes your dick throbbin' and jerkin' like mad, right?... am I right, daddy? Tell me, man! Tell me! Now I want to hear you!"

I knew that the cop was right: I had noticed right away when the flogging started that Leason's dick that was buried deep in my clenching asshole was as hard and thick as before - no, that it swelled to even larger dimension, that is became harder and thicker, that it throbbed and pulsed, jerked and spasmed much stronger then before although he did not fuck me anymore. I sensed the trembling of his body in my clutching asshole, sensed every stroke of the strap of leather that crashed down on his skin by the throbbing of his huge cock that stuck up my ass. I remembered the burning heat I had felt on my skin earlier on when the cops had belted me and I wondered what it would be like to get fucked and flogged at the same time. Just the thought made my mind reel and my hard, dripping dick stiffened even more under my belly and I felt my asshole contract as if to draw the farmer's thick, throbbing cock even deeper into me. Then the leather strap whirred through the air again and Leason trembled once again in lust and pain and his dick stirred deep in my ass.

Right then Jeff, the farm hand who had been reduced to the status of a passive observer for the preceeding minutes, made himself noticed again. He jumped to his feat, stuffing his dick back into his pants, and yelled, his voice distorted by fear:

"This is too weird... too weird... I'm not stayin' here... you're all perverts... that's what you are... fuckin' perverts... I won't stay here... only to be flogged... and then be told to like it... to be forced to say that I like it... I... I... ohhh... fuck you... fuck all of you!"

After this outburst of indignation he started to run - but he didn't made it very far. Like a rabbit in panik he ran right into the arms of the enemy: he bumped into the older cop who brought him down onto the ground in no time at all. After some awkward, noisy struggling poor Jeff found himself all tied up: he was fettered not only at his wrists but also at his legs and somehow these bonds were connected with each other, forcing him to arch his body forward. He lay on the ground just a few yards away from me and I could clearly see the outlines of his hard, thick cock in his pants, stretching the fabric tight. He was sweating really hard and droplets of moisture trickled down all over his chest and arms, soaking the fabric of his dungarees. Towering above him, the older cop said coldly:

"There you are, shithead! We'll see you's a pervert here. I told you to wait till we you would come back to you. Now wait here! Just wait!"

And then he left him squiriming on the ground and walked slowly back. After this short interruption the other cop continued to play his game with Leason. He had the man trembling and shivering with anticipation of the next stroke, but still he was not satisfied:

"I can tell you like it, man... I can tell you like the belt... you're hot for it... you want it... you want it really bad now... so beg for it, daddy... beg for the next stroke... I'm sure you're good at beggin'... real good... so let me hear it, man... let me hear you beggin'... you like a tough man standin' behind you... leather strap in hand... ready to strike... don't you, daddy... am I right? Am I right?"

Goosebumps broke out all over my body when Leason answered him, his voice soft and faltering at first, but then gaining in strength and confidence:

"Yes... Sir... you're right... Sir... I... I don't know why... but you're right... it... makes me hot... really, really hot... that belt... crushing down on my naked ass... each stroke... each stroke... makes me hotter then before... sends a shiver through my whole body... makes my balls ache... and draw close... makes my dick jerk and throb abd itch... like it has never jerked and itched before... no, never... I wanna cum, Sir... wanna cum really bad now... but... but I need the belt for that, Sir... I... I... can't cum... can't shoot my load up this ass... without the belt, Sir... so please, Sir... please, give me the belt again... hit me... hit me again! Ohhh, Sir... yeah... please... beat me... beat me up! Beat the shit out of me! I need it! Need it, Sir! So, please, Sir, please...hit me! Hit me again!"

With each word he spoke his dick seemed to swell up even more in my spasming asshole and I wiggled my hips like a cat in heat, eager to feel that rod slide back and forth again, to have him ramming the incredibly thick shaft into my ass again, all the way into my butt, up to the hilt, to hear his huge balls slapping at my upturned ass again and again. But still he did not move but waited for the cop. Finally the man spoke again:

"Okay, daddy... I'll give you what you want... I'll beat you... I'll beat the shit out of you with this belt here... I'll give you the count of ten between lashes... to let the heat develop, you know... to give you time to anticipate the next stroke... you like that, don't you? Now, start fuckin' that slimy, stickin' asshole again... fuck it hard and deep and fast... give that cunt of a lawyer what she deserves... give it to her hard and fast... as hard and as fast as you can... and count between the lashes... don't forget to count... while you fuck that ass... but don't cum... until I tell you to cum... got that, man?... don't shoot your cum up that ass without my permission! Got that? Good. Now fuck, daddy... and count... count between lashes!"

And then things developed very quickly - or maybe it is just that everything happened at the same time and that I had difficulites to keep track because everything was so intense and so hot, so unbelieveably hot. Leason, his whole body dripping with sweat, began to pump his big, hard dick in and out of my slippery, clenching asshole again, his body trembling while he started to count to ten, waiting for the next stroke, and then the belt came down and he yelled and writhed and his dick throbbed and our sweaty bodies slapped angrily together, crashing into each other, and whimpering, moaning, sobbing, I felt my hardon swell, enlarge and stiffen, while the farmer already counted again, fucking my ass with long, deep-driving shoves, and then suddenly the older cop was standing in front of me, his pants down, his huge, hard dick right in front of my face, right before my mouth, and he asked me if I wanted to suck his dick, to drink down his cum, and of course I screamed that I wanted to suck him, that I yearned for it, yes, yes, yes, that he should shove it into my throat hard and deep, but he held me by the hair, just beyond the reach of his mighty, thick cock, just a fraction of a centimetre away from his pulsing, throbbing dick, rubbing it with his other hands, and I tried to reach the head with my tongue, stuck out my tongue as far it would go out of my mouth, panting like a dog that is straining against the leech, but he wouldn't have it and kept his thick dick out of the reach of my lapping tongue however hard I tried to reach it, and at the same time I ground my pelvis to get the full treatment from Leason's long, thick, hard dick pistoning in and out of my roiling guts, and I heard the belt whirr throught the air again and heard Leason groan and cry again, and then Jeff's voice joined into his cacophony too, shouting that someone should bring him off, that he would be so hot, oh so hot, that he could cum any second, that someone, anyone should just touch him, just touch him anywhere on his body, that that would be enough to bring him off, and out of the corners of my eyes I saw him squirming and writhing helplessly around on his ground, babbling and begging, trying in vain to grind his crotch into the ground, his strong, heavily-muscled arms straining against his bonds, his pants tented and soaked by a huge, drooling erection, but then my attention was once again absorbed by the huge, hard dick right before my sweat-soaked face, by the cop's strong, hairy hand that moved faster and faster on that fat, slippery shaft of cock-meat, and I let my mouth fall open as wide as possible, hoping that the man would suddenly lunge forward and bury his mighty dick in my throat up to the hilt, that I would feel his hairy balls scrath and slap at my stubbly chin, but still he held me in place, right in front of his dick, torturing me with the hot sight of his huge, hard cock and I smelled the strong scent of his sweaty chrotch and spittle started do drool down my chin, and then Leason counted again, waiting for the belt, his voice husky with excitement, at the same time long-dicking me as if would try to crush my prostrate, and I felt as the stroke shot through his body and up into his hard, jerking, deep-driving dick, and he moaned and whimpered and sobbed while I sighed, gasped and panted, breathless with the overpowering absorption of my senses, and I heard Jeff screaming again that someone should give him a hand to bring him off, and I heard as the young cop told Leason that he was now, finally, allowed to cum, that he should cum with the next stroke, and count again to ten to prepare himself for that moment, and I heard the burly farmer groaning and moaning, counting with great difficulties, barely able to control himself, as he drove his aching, explosive cock deeper and harder still into my willing, accepting asshole, and I mumbled incoherently as my cock ached, stiffened and expanded, and then Leason had reached the figure 'eight' and our bodies heaved and convulsed and his cock bucked angrily, determinedly, as he fucked me like there would be no tomorrow, writhing, raving, shoving into me, my ass upthrust, rolling wildly, helplessly while everything inside me seemed to melt, to turn into a white-hot fire, and then Leason counted 'nine' and the cop in front of me had reached the point of no-return and I watched with unblinking eyes as gobs of white, hot semen shot from the engorged end of his huge dick, splattering on my nose, on my cheeks, and sticking in big, white drops in my hair and on my chin, and I held my mouth open and tried to catch some of the man's cum and some of it did actually shoot into my gaping mouth and I gulped it down eagerly and licked my lips hungrily and reached out with my tongue towards the man's shooting, convulsing dick for more cum but couldn't reach it, and then Leason counted 'ten' and I heard the belt and felt the stroke as if it would hit my own skin and then my dick turned into burning, aching steel, and then Leason, ramming his dick into me harder and harder, using the strenght of his hips, thrusting in, cried out that he was ready to cum, to blast his load, to cream up my ass and I felt his dick throb and pulse with cum and it was like a cannon going off in my ass as he exploded inside me, as jets of hot jism crashed into my clasping, churning guts, and then I felt my orgasm coming, the semen boiling up out of my balls and shooting up into my aching dick and I came too, exploded with cum without even touching my rockhard dick, while the cop in front of me still coated my face with dripping lines of sticky, hot cum, while Jeff sobbed hysterically because nobody gave him a hand to make him cum too, while Leason groaned with exctasy, his muscles tensed, locked and strained, the shout that came from his throat so raw and animal-like that it gave me gooseflesh again, and my cock throbbed again, finally, as the first burst of spunk cascaded from the gaping lips of my cockhead, coating my chest and belly, and the cop took his still hard, cum-covered dick and wiped in all over my face, rubbing his sticky, smelly jism into my skin and my brows and my hair, and then I felt another convulsion and another gush of jism shot out of my jerking dick and another tightening of my asshole that milked more hot jism out of the farmer's jerking, cum-pumping cock that washed over my prostrate and thus forced yet another agonizing release of more cum out of my aching balls, and then the cop scooped up a generous blob of his cum on a long, tapering finger and popped it into my mouth, swirling the cummy finger around my lapping tongue, and I heard Jeff sob and sigh in frustration and Leason moan and groan in the aftermath of climax, and then I felt totally exhausted, unable to endure anything more and I collapsed as though dead on the ground while Leason's cum-sheathed, slimy cock popped juicily from my burning, aching, well-stretched, thoroughly fucked asshole.

And this was my first fuck - my first real fuck I mean, a fuck with a long, fat, hard dick buried deep in my asshole. And this is the only fuck that's worth its name. I was sure about that right then - maybe I'm not very bright but I sure know a good thing when I experience it.

I passed out after that I think - at least my memory of everything that happened after this climax is blurred. I think they gave me some time to rest but then they repeated everything with a change of personel, but I'm not exactly sure if this has really happened or if it was some kind of bad dream. If it has happened they gave Jeff - with the generous help of Leason - a very thorough flogging and made him say over and over again that he loved to be beaten before they let him fuck me too while he still begged for more strokes of the belt, and then the other cop shot his huge wad into my face too, coating it with gallons of cum, laughing his head off at the sight of me trying in vain to get my tongue and mouth at his hard dick, while I squirmed around Jeff's hard- an deep-driving dick and received a second load of spunk up my ass.

Anyhow, I'm pretty sure what happened then, when finally everybody was exhausted and drained, when Leason and his hand pulled up their soiled dungarees, stuffed their still half-hard, dripping dicks back into their pants, and got ready to leave, when the cops too had cleaned their sticky dicks and rearranged their uniforms with ties and belts and everything, when I had gained enough strength to stand on my feet again, when I walked over to the two policemen, my spent, slimy dick jumping up and down over my aching balls with each step, cum running down over my face and neck, when I grinned at the cops and wanted to say something like that everything had been pretty weird but also very hot - well, right then the younger cop grabbed my wrists and, taking me completely by surprise, handcuffed me behind my back.

"What are you doing?," I said in a tone of mild reproof, thinking that this was a bad joke, "come on, man, give me a break, will you! The party is over for now, isn't it?"

I got my answer from the older cop, who stood in front of me, his dark eyes cold and hard on my face:

"Mr.LeJeune, your are under arrest," he said matter-of-factly.

Anger and panik welled up in me and I started to yell at him:

"What the fuck...?"

He cut me short:

"You are under arrest for indecent exposure and lascivious behaviour. Read him his rights, buddy, will you!"

(to be continued)

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