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****** The life of unfortunate events - chapter 2
I went in my car, naked, sat there and looked at the police car as they went away. I wondered how I got myself into this situation. I couldn't imagine it. I was not speeding nor did anything illegal. I took a look at my license, checking the expiration date. I looked at it closely again and again but it wasn't expired. I was tricked. These cops were vile human beings. I was rape. Rage began to run through my body, my face was hot and my body was trembling with anger. However, there was a feeling told me that I enjoyed what had happened. This feeling of men using me is profound. "Am I gay, or more than that. A fag that craves men brutality, seeking pain and humiliation", I thought to myself. I put my license back in the glove compartment and told myself that I wasn't able to do anything about it. I could keep silent and went on with my life, at least I was no longer in jeopardy. I pressed a button and started my car, pressed the pedal to drive away. Out of the blue, a loud pang made me jumped. The left side of my car sank. My tired popped. I had a flat tired in the middle of the desert at nearly midnight. How could it become any worse? I stepped out of my car to inspect it. It was a sharp object that bent like a tetrahedron missing a face. The edges sharp like the blade of a knife and the vertices were pointy sharp. I took out my phone, defeated, and searched for the roadside assistance that I'd saved long before the trip. I dialed it and the other line picked up. I told them that I got a flat tire and my location then hanged up. I went back and sat in my car. After about fifteen minutes, a police car drove toward me, flashing red and blue, again. Dear God, I'm actually fucked this time. The cop car slowed down and parked opposite to my car. I looked out the window peering toward the cop car. It was them, the two cops that raped me earlier. The older officer stepped out and walked over. Before he could say anything, I rolled down the window and looked into his face, truly defeated.
"Did you call the road service? Why are you naked? Oh, I remember, you was the perverted fag that begged for cocks of drivers on this road that I was warned about. Now step out of your vehicle, you are under arrest for indecent behaviors."
I stepped out of my car, instantly dropped down to my knees and held one of his legs. I began to beg him to let me go but he was adamant about arresting me. He kicked me away and spat on my face. Tears running down my cheeks as I crawled back to hold his leg trying begged him. The younger officer, holding the baton, came out and beat me which caused me to curl up on the asphalt. He stopped then held my hands behind my back as I struggled but didn't resist. He put the handcuffs on and dragged me back up on my feet. The older officer stood and watched before he raised one of his legs and kicked me in the nuts. I fell to the ground and rolled around, writhing in severe pain.
The younger officer dragged me back up and lead me to the back seat of their car and thrown me in there. But before he closed the door, he grabbed my hair and pulled me back to face his crotch. He undid his zipper and took out his cock. I took it in my mouth unwittingly. "And you will also be arrested for driving under influence of drugs." He then slipped something into my mouth and began to piss. I spat out his piss along with the pill. He stopped pissing and slapped me in the face that I tumbled and hit my head on the cushion of the seat. "Pick it up or you'll be severely hurt." I reached my hand down on the asphalt trying to pick it up but he kicked my hand away. He spat on the pill and on my face. "With your mouth, faggot." I leaned down and opened my mouth and picked it up with my teeth and held it in my mouth. "Now, open up, if this not end up in your gut then you won't see the sun rises." He put his cock in my mouth and released a strong stream of piss which incidentally made me swallow the pill along with it. It's salty and pungent. The ammonia invaded my nostrils and overwhelmed my senses. I gulped it down as quickly as I could. At last, the piss ceased and I began to feel dizzy. Probably from the effect of the drug. He removed his cock from my mouth and closed the door. They began to drive. I sat there at the back, trying to regain my senses. They talked about something insignificant as I began to relax, my muscles became less tense and I felt so light. I could distinct the aftertaste of the younger officer piss. More salty and acrid. I licked my lips seemingly searching for more. I began to crave it.
"Can I have more sir?" I said, unwittingly.
They looked in the front mirror peering at me, said nothing. I began to touch my body, feeling my skin. My body was getting warmer and I felt like it was itching, especially around my buttocks and my face.
"I beg the two of you, please give me some more. Please sirs, more!"
I reached one of my hands down my asshole, began to press it dry with my fingers while the other started to slap forcefully on my own face. The skin around my hole was sore with my fingers and my face redden as I continued to slap it.
"More of this, please, please, please" - I begged more as they looked at me through the mirror.
The car slowed down, eventually stopped on the side of the road. The older officer stepped out of the road while I was busy begging them and touching myself. He opened the door and dragged me down to the asphalt by a forceful grab of my hair. I landed my face on the ground. He kicked me in the butt and I tumbled. He kicked me some more all over my body as I moaned and squirmed before he placed one of his boots on my face. I started to lick it unconsciously, holding his ankle. He then unbuckled his pants and dropped it down. He removed his foot and spat on my face. He turned around to reveal his ass which was hairy on the two cheeks. He lowered his body to a squat position and his ass just hover above my face. Before he said anything I was sniffing in the scent eagerly. It was warm and musty. The scent of sweat and who knows what. He farted on my face just as I sniffed it like my life was depended on it. Right after I sniffed it fully in, I stuck out my tongue and licked his asshole but the moment wasn't last. He stood up instantly and kicked me forcefully on the side of my midriff. I rolled sideways and squirmed in agony.
"How dare you! Only true fag that I allow to lick my ass. Are you a true fag? Only you truly admit that, you are allowed to lick my hole. You piece of shit!" - he scolded.
My body was hot and itchy from the drug he had me swallow. I desperately needed to lick his ass; I don't know why I felt that way but the desire was too high. I looked up at his face with my eyes wide and I breathed heavily with my mouth open like a dog. I started to touch my body again.
"Can I lick it sir? What can I do so you let me lick your hole sir? I beg you sir!" - I said fervently.
He kicked my balls before he said, "Only a real fag craves another man ass, especially men in power. It craves more than just the man body but his treatment as well, no matter how much the degree the man wants. It craves degradation, pain and to be treated less than human, much like animals. One of the ways to prove its worth to another man in power is to be beaten. Beg for it first, and then I'll think about it. If you truly are a fag, say it and prove it with your actions." - he said solemnly.
It took me a moment but I finally I got it that I must ask them to beat me up, right then and there.
"Please beat me up sir. And your partner too sir. Please, the two of you please beat me up. I am a true fag. I need it sir." - I begged him fervently.
Before I knew what happened, hordes of stamping foot landed on my thighs and stomach. I fumbled my hands to prevent it but it was hopeless as I was bombarded with stomping foot. I wriggled wildly, rolling around to avoid the incoming attacks of his foot. His boots imprinted red marks on my body in the process. Despite the incessant assault from the older office, my body told me otherwise. It wanted more of it. As every time I rolled around, I always returned to the position, waiting for more. With my teary eyes and contorted face, I begged for more by reaching for this foot and nodding my head from time to time. I breathed heavily with my mouth open. I saw lights brighten up the space as if I was stunt. He asked the younger officer to hand him the baton. Next, all I knew was I was beaten with it. My body acted uncontrollably in respond to the ceremony proving my worth of serving men.
Eventually, it stopped. I lay there, catching my breaths and the lights went off as I regained conscious of my surroundings. They stood there, fully clothed while I lay naked on the asphalt. My eyes looked at the both of them begging for my reward, but to my disappointment it did not happen. They picked me up and throw me in the backseat of their car. As they drove away to the station, I sat there contemplate about my future. It's already ended and I needed to learn to live with it. By body became less itchy and the heat ceased as time went by. I slowly regained conscious to my normal self. I felt panic as I recalled what had happened. I was beaten up and I was the one who asked for it. There were two of them and they saw it with their own eyes not to mention that they actually beat me up. They could be each other witnesses and no one would ever believe what happened when there was proof that I admitted I was a faggot. Also, they would have me done a drug test and it would be positive. It would just enough for jail time. My hole would not survive prison and it would be so big that a fist could fit in. The court would protect the police and not me so being in prison was foreseeable.
I sat in the car defeated and after about thirty minutes, we arrived at the station just outside the town. They drove to the back of the station and parked there, away from the town citizens' eyes. I walked in the station with them, fully naked while they were fully clothed in their uniforms. The station was almost empty, there were two other officers working on their computers in their desks. They saw me walked in and undoubtedly, disgusted looks were threw at me. They led me to the holding cell, locked me up and walked away. I sat in my cell for hours until someone came up. It was the younger officer. He unlocked the door and made me signed some paper work. I looked at it and they were blank pages. I hesitated. Before I said anything, a slap landed on my face at full force, I stumbled on the floor.
"Get up and sign at the bottom of these pages. Don't you dare acting up or it'll be worse than you can image." - He threaten.
I crawled on my knees trying to find my balance to stand up. I reached my hand out to take the pen but I forgot that I was handcuffed. I looked at him in the eye asking him to unlock me. He kicked me in the nuts with his foot. I groaned and crouched down as a reflex trying to protect the area from more incoming attacks. He turned me around and with his key, he unlocked the handcuffs freeing my hands. I took the pen and signed at on the bottom of the pages. After I finished signing, he grabbed me by the hair and drag me to the center of the office where three other officers, including the older one, sat working. He left the papers at his desk and turned to kick me on the floor. I fell to the ground and lay there.
"Party boys!" - he said to the other officers.
"I won't be participating." - said the older officer.
Although, the other two officers looked excited and they both stood up to join the younger one. One officer is tall and muscular. His blonde hair was neatly cut and combed. His face was clean shaven. He was around the younger officer age. The other one looked similar in age compare to the other two. His physique was opposite, though. He is short but well-built. This officer is ginger and had a scruffy beard. I love how these young officers look. They were young and beautiful physically. I lay on the ground admired their beauty. However, I knew for sure that their souls were different comparing to their looks. They would be mean and brutal. These police officers didn't care about using a homosexual and would not be shy beaten it up. They love fucking a fag with their big cocks despite it begs them to stop. They would humiliate using various means, not exclude dumping their loads inside of it or using it as their urinal, both holes of the fag would be exploited to fulfill their needs.
They all dropped their pants and started to jerk their cocks. The ginger officer's cock was uncut unlike the other two.
"Come and suck this cock, fag" - said the tall and muscular officer.
I struggled on all fours, crawling toward the officer timidly. I took a look at his cock. It was massive. It was the same size as the older officer. I wondered what kind of food they eat in this town to have cocks so big, unlike my cock, much smaller compare to them. His cock is cut, streams of glistening liquid oozing out from the opening which form a small pool on the floor. I put out my tongue to touch the liquid. The pre-cum was salty and slimy. I pulled back and looked at him as if begging him not to have me to taste that. He balled his fist and punch me in the face. I tried to balance myself after the punch. I could taste blood in my mouth. I remained the position but this time gathered all my effort to take his cock in. Although pre-cum is not as bad as cum and piss that I consumed earlier, I didn't know why I pulled back from him which resulted in him punching me. I took his cock in my mouth and began to suck it this time. I moved my head back and forth as he moaned slowly. After a while, he grabbed my ears with both of this hands and started to fuck me. He gradually sped up his speed until he fucked my throat ruthlessly, without leaving me any time to catch a breath. Tears streamed down the corners of my eyes involuntarily. He kept fucking me deep in the throat. His cock is so fat that open my mouth fully to welcome it was a tremendous effort. I gagged every time his cock touched the back of my throat and every time he withdrew it I sneaked in a little breath to kept me from passing out. He occasionally slapped my as he pushed it in and out of my throat. Just as I was about to lose my conscious, he took it full out. I took the advantage and filled my lungs with air.
I thought it was ended, however, the uncut cock of the ginger officer filled in. His cock had a distinct smell. It was very pungent and musty. His crotch smelled of piss and sweat which I incidentally sniffed in deeply while trying to get some air. Before I could learn the rhythm of his fucking. There was a sharp pain at my asshole. The cock of the tall and muscular officer rammed in forcefully without leaving time for my asshole to stretch out. I let out muffled screams and my face winced to cope with the unbearable pain in the back. My body convulsed violently and I arched my back upward in reflex of the attack at my asshole. I body tried to push the cock out of my hole but as much as I pushed it out, I let it in deeper. As I felt the pubic hair on my butt cheeks, I knew it was completely buried in my asshole. They fucked me at both ends at full force. The only feeling I felt was pain. On top of that, hands from both ends began to slap my the cheeks on my face and butt. My head reeled with pain. Just as I thought that was the worse I've experience in the moment, it came a whack and stingy pain started to form on my back. The skin on my back got hot in reaction to the unexpected hit. Then, another whack landed and another and another. It went on before I recognized that was the belt of the younger officer. He whipped me with his belt while the other two fucking me at both ends.
The two fucking moaned with pleasure. Their sweat occasionally dropped on my skin. They panted heavily with each thrust. To my surprise, the more they fucked me, the more I felt relax despite the incessant stroke of the belt on my back. I then moaned with pleasure as they were fucking me harder and harder. I arched my back and push backward to get the younger officer cock in deeper. It touched something inside my butthole that I kept wanting for his cock to touch it. It gave me pleasure beyond my belief. And for the cock in my mouth, I felt a sense of pleasure as it choked me continuously. Screams became pleasurable moans despite the belt hitting my back. I wanted it more. I moan louder and louder as if to beg for more, which was my intention.
With time, the three of them picked up the speed. The two cocks quicken and spurts of cum coated my inside. Loud grunts they let out along with effort to the last thrusts. The belt whipped me harder and harder when the two cocks cum. Finally, they all stopped. I fell down to the floor as the two officer collapsed on my body. Sweat coated my body as their shirt soaked it in. The one cock in my ass was still in there, although it was getting smaller and smaller, eventually fell out of my hole which leaked streams of cum along with it. To my surprise, the ginger officer gave me a kiss on me head. That was unexpected but I said nothing.
They stood up and put on their pants. The officer beating me with the belt put his belt back on. They went to the corner and drank some water from the water dispenser. I saw that and rose my feeble voice to ask them for some, "Can I have some water please." I looked at them with my eyes wide, pleadingly. The tall and muscular officer gave me a smirk, moving toward me and looking down scornfully. He undid his zipper and fished his cock out. I understood immediately and a stream of hot pissed flow out of his cock, landed on my face and in my eyes. The stream of piss ceased, however, the look on his face was menacing.
"You asked for water and I was generous to you and give you my water. You dare not to drink it but wasted instead." - he said, angrily.
"I ... I d ... didn't know sir, I'm ... I'm sorry. Can I have some more sir." - I said in a trembling voice.
"Lick it all up, mop the floor with your fucking tongue. I expect you lick it completely dry. If not, you wouldn't be able to walk out of here." - he barked.
I nodded, sticking my tongue out immediately in order to begin my job. I asked for water but I guess that was the only water I was allowed to drink. Water that had been gone through these handsome but ruthless cops. I licked the puddle on the floor, looking for any plashes to clean up as well. I didn't want to get beaten up again like when I was on the road. The taste was salty and bitter. It was dark, probably he hadn't drunk enough water. The smell was pungent as the officers had to put a palm over their noses.
"Do it quickly fag, it stinks in here. Or we'll beat you senseless." - the tall and muscular officer said.
I picked up my space trying to clean it as quick as possible. Every time my tongue touched the piss, I winced trying to block my senses from the taste and smell. Eventually, I finished it.
"I'm done, sir." - I reported to them.
The ginger officer walked over from his desk. He looked around and scolded, "You have the gut to lie to men in law enforcement, huh? Seem like you're begging us to fuck you up, right?. You dare challenge us you fucking scum. You haven't clean anything here and tell us you did! You'll learn your lesson soon, fucking faggot!" I freaked out looked around searching for any residues of piss left on the floor, on all fours. Despite my effort, I couldn't find any left and the floor was completely dry. Suddenly, a violent stream of yellow liquid and thick with ammonia plashing all over me and the floor. That was when I understood what he meant. He ginger officer's piss.
"Look up and open your mouth, swallow it in right now can save you time cleaning up, faggot." - he said mockingly.
I leaned back my head obeying his order. I opened my mouth wide and gulped down his piss. I swallowed and swallowed the yellow, salty liquid down my stomach. When he done pissing, my body was still covered in piss. Although drinking some of the piss helped with the amount that I would have to clean. Every time I breathed, my breaths stank like a urinal trench in the local bar. He done his zip and walked toward the water dispenser in the corner. He took a cup and got some fresh water in it. He stopped in front of me; he hollowed his cheeks before slowly pushing out a thick glob of spit into the cup. He put the cup of water in front of me and I looked at it longingly.
"You did good, now clean up the mess before you can drink the water. Then the chief will deal with your problem." He said in a calm voice. His hand grabbed and squeezed my cheeks while lifting it up so his eyes and mine locked together.
I nodded as he patted my head with his other hand. "Good boy." He said before tilted his head to look at my lower body.
I felt a sense of relief and for the first time since the incident on the road, there was him treated me nicely. Although, just only after a brutal violation of my throat. I looked at him and mouthed the word "Thank you." He looked at me with endearing eyes before he walked away. I felt butterflies in my stomach. It was strange and it made me questioning my sexuality. I've never been with a woman before nor with a man. Although, this was the first time I've felt something like a tinder glowing in my body. I noticed that my cock was hard for the first time since the event and the ginger cop was taking a look at my boner. Mine was relatively smaller compare to theirs. About one fourth of their size I think. Was I gay? Did I enjoy what they did to me earlier? Was I a submissive and craved men with authority? These questions were swirling around in my head. I heard a snap which took me back to reality. The older officer, probably the chief, spoke in a guttural voice and commanded me to get back and lick the floor. I cleaned it eventually. I picked up the cup of water and gulped it down. The water cleaned my mouth from some of the piss. It actually helped with the smell. The ginger officer spit wasn't bad, nevertheless left me nauseating a bit.
The older officer signaled me to go to him. I didn't dare to walk up straight but crawled over. My knees were burning with fire as I had been kneeling for like hours.
""Lick my boots" - he commanded.
I immediately stuck out my tongue and went in because I didn't want to be beaten again. My whole body ached with all the cruel treatment I had received.
"I'll let you go ..."
Wow, he actually let me go. Those men were not as bad as I thought. They just wanted to beat someone up and I was the victim. If I got out of here and kept silent, then I would be fine. However, my excitement was shutdown immediately after he continued his speech.
"But with one condition. You are chosen by me. You are selected to be our stress relief puppet. You must report immediately back to us in order to carry out whatever tasks we want. But sexually in most case. You will be our fag and you will have no rights under our rule, so you can forget about being a human but being an animal for us. You've already signed the paperwork that will go against you in court. So, it won't be wise if you try to protest against us. We not only have the paperwork but also a video of your perversion in public. Not to mention the drug you had taken before we arrested you. Do you understand?"
I was dumbstruck, my heart sank. So, this was all a scheme to capture me as their victim to their perversion and brutality. I was the `lucky one' that they chose. I was going to live in fear for the rest of my life. Under their regime of pain and terror, I would be covered in bruises and scars. I would be their replacement as a urinal and a cum dump. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded defeatedly, as long as I was not thrown in prison.
He older officer stood up and dropped his pants. I turned to face his ass towards me as I looked up in awe. Despite the pain he had inflicted on me, I still admired his ass. It was round and fuzzy like a peach. I stared at it before he let out a fart. A rancid one and I sniffed in voluntarily. I didn't hate the smell but love it somehow. It calmed my mind right away, which was unexpected. I stuck out my tongue; my hands reached his ass cheeks and spread them out to make way. I stuck my tongue deep inside his ass hole. He let out gentle moans as I moved my tongue in and out, occasionally rimming the wrinkly skin around his anus. I finally get to lick his ass hole, no attacks coming my way. I was content.
End of chapter 2
The life of unfortunate events - chapter 2