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The life of unfortunate events - chapter 1
I saw the red and blue flashing lights in my front mirror and the siren echoed loudly. Behind me was a cop car tailing me on the deserted road. Then came the voice of the cop on the radio called me to pull over. Anxiety scourged through my whole body as my hands were shaking on the steering wheel. I complied, slowed down my car and pulled over on the side of the road. I sat in my car quietly as the cop car pulled in, a few feet behind my car, lights were still flashing but the sirens had stopped. A cop walked out of the car, his hands rested on his belt, walking over. He's a stout man with a protruding belly, as I looked in the side mirror. He had a grizzled beard and a campaign hat on. He knocked on the window of my car which startled me and dragged me back from my oblivion. I pressed the button and my window rolled down.
"Good evening, officer." I said, looking worried.
"License please!" He said in a solemn voice.
I took out my license that I put in the glove compartment and gave it to him. I felt a lump in my throat as feared occupied my whole body. I looked out of my car windows but not looked up to take a look at him. My eyes were leveled at his brown pants, where the zipper was. I noticed it bulging large. There was a sudden gust of wind and it accidentally wafted the scent from his crotch to my nose. A very thick musk and ammonia invaded my nostrils; however, I breathed it in deeply.
"What is that noise you make? What are you doing?" He inquired.
"Nothing officer, I'm sorry. It just how I sound when I breathe. I'm nervous as I didn't know what was wrong, sir."
"Your license is expired and you were speeding. I'll get back to my car to write you a ticket. This will result in a fine and a revoke of your driving license."
"No, please, officer. I can't be speeding and I'm unaware that my license is expired. I need my car to get around, sir. Can you let me off with a warning, sir. Please!" - I pleaded.
"I can't let you off this one. This is dangerous to our community. I'm in the power to keep everybody safe on the road." - he said gravely.
"Please sir, is there anything I can do for you to let me off, sir. I can't afford to pay a fine and I can't afford to lose my car, sir." I begged him.
He looked at me straight to the eyes and said nothing. I turned and walked back to his car. I sat in my car worrying how this was going to affect me. After a short while, he came back with another officer. This officer looked younger, about 10 years younger than the middle aged officer. He was lean and fit compared to his partner.
"Look at him, is he a fag?" - said the older officer.
I'm astonished at his remark about me. I sat still, though worried something bad would happen.
"He sniffed at my crotch while I was looking at his license. Maybe we could do something about this and let him off because he begs to let him go." - he continued.
The younger officer stooped down to look at me. He pulled out his gun and moved it closer to my face. I closed my eyes out of fear and my mind went out of control. Is this the end of me, I thought. No one would know what happened and I'd be dead in a blink of an eye, in this empty desert. The news would report about another an unknown dead in the middle of the midwest, which is common and nobody would care. Thousands of scenarios flashed through my head then suddenly I felt fingers at my lips forcing their way in. I didn't know how to react and automatically opened my mouth to accept them. They then explored my mouth, pressed down on my tongue and explored its cavity. I could clearly taste the saltiness on them and a musky scent caught my nose. They advanced deeper into my throat which gagged me a little, I let out a moan, unwittingly. Then all of the sudden, they withdrew.
"It's a fag." - the younger officer announced.
I was nonplussed and my heart was racing, at least the worst thing did not happen. I was still alive but an apprehension told me a different outcome. I understand what that word meant. A homosexual. Being homosexual is considered a taboo in this time period and could result in jail time. It was not better when this town is notoriously known for its discrimination on homosexual. I heard of stories about homophobic people treat people of such. Moreover, the law does not favor defending or protecting the minority. Getting involved in a law court could result in contempt, and the worst part is it'll be a public record of the person's homosexuality. This, in turn, causes numerous difficulties in their later life. They'll live in exile, suffer from scorns and threats. It's believed that ceasing to exist is a better outcome than showing up in court and completely ruin your life. I didn't want it to happen to me. My eyes began to sting and tears started to drop. As I looked up at the younger officer, tears were streaming down my cheeks. I begged him, "Please officers, I'm not a homosexual, can we figure something else out sirs. I can't lose my license and I can't be in jail. The record would end my career, let alone my personal life." As the gun to one's head wouldn't be enough to make one comply with whatever actions they impose on them.
"You either have your license revoke and pay a fine. Or admit that you are a homosexual, then. We will be easy on you if you say it and not put you in jail, which would not end up in your record. Although, it'll come with a price, a pricey one and I'm not talking about you bribing us with cash, we don't need that. Your choice." - said the older officer.
"What is the price officer. I'll take it or do it or whatever sir." - I said, defeatedly.
They smirked and the younger officer said, "Not until you admit it, then I'll proceed what the price is."
I sighed and muttered, "I'm a homosexual."
"LOUDER!" - bellowed the older officer.
"I AM A HOMOSEXUAL." - I repeated myself, much louder this time as if screaming.
"Step out of the vehicle, NOW! Hands on the back of your head."
I complied. I stepped out of my car with my hands on the nape of my neck, my eyes downcast, tears blurred my vision.
"Go to the front of your car and bend over the hood, then move both of your hands down to your butt." - ordered the older officer.
I did as I was told, dread consumed me. The younger officer walked over, undo the handcuffs that hung on his belt, and proceeded to cuff my hands. I lay prone there trying not to think about what would happen next because whatever it was it would not be in my favor. The older officer moved toward me and forcefully grab my neck and growled, "Sniff! Deeply!". I took a sniff at his fingers that he presented me, deeply as he ordered. The smell of musk and piss once again, the smell when I was being questioned earlier.
"What a fag. Tried to deny it but its actions speak different since. From the way you looked at my crotch to the way you tried to take a sniff at it. I guess you are on your way to some fag convention in this hour of night."
"No, I'm not sir." I tried to protest.
"Stay still or you'll be sorry." - he barked then continued his speech, "You say you're not but you sniff my fingers like a dog sniffing for his next meal. Don't worry, in a moment, there will be fag meal for you."
What does he mean by fag meal. Is it a literal meal or some sick trick he tried to pull. I worried but said nothing. I looked up at him while continuing to sniff his fingers. I felt a hand groping my butt, it was the younger officer hand. He squeezed it tightly that I felt a bit sore in the region. The older officer spat on my face but I felt indifferent, continued to sniff his hand. He then used his fingers to swipe his spit. Next, he moved his fingers to my lips and forced their way in. I opened my mouth reflexively to accept them. I sucked his fingers and he moved them around in my mouth.
"Do you know how to suck a dick, huh?" - the older officer said while playing with my mouth. I shook my head as a reply.
"I'll tell you once and if you mess up, you'll leave here with blood in your mouth. Do you understand?"
I nodded.
"You must take it deep. I don't want to see any of my dick left outside of your mouth. Also, if I feel any teeth, you'll taste your own `syrup'. If you gag or struggle for air, keep it mind that I don't care. Once again, if you don't feel my hair in your face, be ready to say goodbye to your beautiful face."
I looked at him without saying anything. He removed his fingers and reached his buckle and undone it. He pulled the zipper down and dropped his pants to his ankles, leaving only his white trunks. His bulge is huge and hair creeps out from the waist band. There're some stains on the front of his white trunks. I bet it's piss. He pulled his trunks down a little that it was rested under his butt. A monster presented itself in its placid state. It was uncut and veiny even though it was soft. Around his dick is a bush of dark pubic hair. I looked at it knowing fully well where it headed next. He moved closer to me. The smell was stronger the closer he approached. Stale piss, sweat and man musk. The tears in my eyes had stopped and I could see his dick clearly. He then stopped midway. I opened my mouth and waited there.
"One... Two..." - he growled.
I didn't know what it was but quickly recognized his intention. I plunged myself forward and opened my mouth as big as I could. I took it whole in my mouth. His pubic hair brushed against my face and some creeped into my nostrils. I stayed in that position without knowing what to do next. The only thing I could do was sniffing in his scent. I realized quickly that the more I inhaled the calmer and more relaxed I was. Was I a fag like he said. I didn't care as long as it eased my mind.
"It ain't gonna suck itself, fag!" - he said.
I began to suck it. Shortly after, it grew to its full size, fully occupied my mouth cavity that I struggled to breathe. Suddenly he grabbed my hair and yank it backwards which caused me to release his dick.
He slapped me across the face. Everything suddenly went dark and quickly I regained my consciousness. Another the slap landed on my cheek bringing me back to the previous state and back. "Did I tell you to suck it deep? TO THE SHAFT, NOW!" In a swift movement I moved my head to his dick and buried it as deep as I could down my throat. I struggled for air but fully known it would make him happy and lessen any further pain he wished to inflict upon me. I maneuvered my head so I could quickly gasp for air and instantly pushed forward my head to touch his skin where pubic hair again and again brushed against my face. While I was lost in the blow job I was giving, the younger officer ran his baton on my buttocks. The sensation told me that it wouldn't any good intentions coming. Just as I thought, he struck his baton on my butt, a searing pain scorching across where it hit and all the hair on my body stood on their end. I let out a groan while having the older officer cock in and out my throat, trying to relieve the pain.
"This is what a fag gets when it barters its way out of the law. Give it some more of that. Its throat needs more contractions to give good head." - said the older officer.
More baton was struck on my buttocks, searing pain accumulated on my skin which made it tender. I groaned in protest but soon it became screams, muffled screams. A large cock violently violated my throat while an incessant rain of baton struck on my buttocks. I surrendered and tears once again rolled down my cheeks. All of the sudden the cock that was fucking me backed away. I looked up at the older officer, my eyes earnestly thanking him for letting me to breathe some air. He turned around and presented me with his own buttocks. "I'll give you some air since you struggled and almost went purple. Now, breathe in deeply." I did as he said and made a loud sound of drawing air in my lungs. I can smell the musty smell of his ass crack, foul and warm. I thought that he truly was letting me get some air but a slap landed on my cheek again. "Not yet you prick, I'll let my air out and that's what you'll breathe in, don't fucking play with me, fag!" I lay there, in disbelief, looked at his buttocks and wait for the moment. He spread his butts to reveal his hairy asshole. A strongly foul scent wafting through the air and into my nostrils. I thought it would repulse me but it wasn't. I seemed to enjoy the scent. "Now, prick! Breathe it in." Just as he finished ordering me, he let out a loud fart, foul and repugnant. It breathed that air of his in deep, making a loud noise to let him know that I obeyed his order.
"Good god. Fucking nasty. No man would ever do that and you denied that you're a fag. This confirms it. A man, a gay man might suck a cock but sniffed another man fart? You truly a scum fag!" - said the older officer. "Now get back to work and keep in mind that I allowed you some air, act accordingly."
I backed at sucking his cock. The younger officer had stopped beating me with his baton that I unaware of.
"Rip off its clothes." - said the older officer while I buried his cock deeply in my throat, his belly rested on my face every time I landed on his pubic hair.
Without any hesitation, the younger officer ripped apart my pants, revealing my white briefs. He continued to rip it as well; left my bare, redden butts on display. My belt still held my pants but not for long until he cut it off with a knife and yanked it off. Next was all the parts that holding my pants together. He threw my ruin pants on the side of the street and proceeded to rip off my shirt and threw it there too. I was completely naked with a cock in my mouth. The younger officer pointed one end of the baton at my asshole, trying to force it in dry. Accordingly, I let out screams and winced in pain. He removed the baton and beat my butt some more to tender, redden it more.
The older officer let out of my mouth and moved to stand behind me while I looked at the darken desert in front of my eyes. He touched my cheeks and spread it open. He rammed his cock in an instant, all the way inside me. I screamed from the top of my lungs. My spit wasn't enough to alleviate the pain. Pain devoured my whole body. I tensed up and squirmed violently, grinding my teeth tightly together. My hands subconsciously trying to reach and push him away but it was useless as I was handcuffed. He fucked me aggressively, ignoring all my reactions to his fucking. The younger officer moved in front of me and undid his pants, fished out his hard cock and forced it down my throat to muffle the sounds I made. They were fucking me at both ends. Their cocks are big. One that stretched out my virgin asshole to its limit, it must've been the size of a coke can, thick at both the shaft and the tip, and the other, the younger one, the size of another coke can, although the tip is slightly smaller, the shaft remains fat. I lay there and endured the seemingly endless fucking from the two cocks. Tears blurred my vision and I only hope that this would end soon. That was the price I asked for to get out of the law. At last, they both increased their speed and grunted, pain once again consumed me whole, spurts of viscous cum coated my insides. They both withdrew their cocks at the same time, leaving me leaking from both ends.
The younger office moved behind me to unlock my handcuffs, he dropped the key and crouched down to pick it up. Finally, my hands were released. I just lay there as with no thoughts. He went to the pile of clothes and picked it up. "We'll keep this." He said then he threw my shirt to the older officer to wipe his cum off and his with my pants.
"We'll let you off with a warning fag. Don't let us see you again or you'll be locked up." - said the older officer.
He handed me my license and they both get in their car and left the scene.
********* End of chapter 1 The life of unfortunate events - chapter 1