A gay story: Good Cop Bad Cop Red and blue lights flashed in my rear-view mirror. “Shit.” My heart rate quickened. I sat up straight and put both hands on the wheel. I had been speeding. Worse than that, I had also been drinking. I couldn’t believe it. There is usually no one out this late on this road. The reason I even drive his road is because I like the feeling of having it to myself. I hit the steering wheel. “Shit.”
I pulled over on the side of the road. It was pitch black. No one else was out. I was on my way home from a party. The alcohol was mixed in with a Sonic slushie in a big Sonic Styrofoam cup. I quickly tried to find a place to hide the cup. I couldn’t think of anywhere better to hide it than under the passenger seat where it would spill and make a huge mess.
I tried to place it under the seat without it spilling but it felt pointless. When I sat back up, there was a tap tap at my window. At first, all I saw was a large fist knocking at the window. The officer looked like he could pick me up with just one hand.
The cold air flooded in as I rolled down the window. “Hello, Officer.”
From this angle, I couldn’t make out the cop’s face, but I could easily make out the ample gut, beefy arms, and the salt and pepper chest hair poking out at the top of his shirt. He looked like a rugby player. The officer’s muscles bulged out the sleeves of his shirt. The name on his badge read Officer Bentley. He towered over my blue Mustang, one elbow resting on the hood as he ducked down to talk. He smelled like a mix of black coffee and cigar smoke.
“License and registration.”
I didn’t want him to smell the alcohol whenever I spoke, so I just nodded and mumbled, “Yes, sir,” underneath my breath. I handed the officer my license. This is the part when they would see the last name and wonder if there is any relation to Mayor Langston. I waited for the question — so I could namedrop my uncle and get out of this. My uncle could always get me out of these messes, but he tended to treat me like a little bitch any time it happened. He kept threatening not to get involved.
I couldn’t read Officer Bentley’s face as he looked over my license. His expression was flat. I noticed that the other cop was sitting on the hood of their squad car. His arms were crossed. Even sitting on the hood of the car I could tell he was tall.
“So, Travis, have you been drinking?”
I looked at Officer Bentley. “No, sir.”
Officer Bentley’s nostrils flared. There was a slight twinge of a smile, but his voice still came out demanding and threatening as if he was angry at something. “I need you to step out of the car.”
“Oh, sorry. There must be some mistake. My uncle is Mayor Langston.”
“I don’t care who your uncle is. Please step out of the car.”
Shit.
We were on a long country road that hugged the railway tracks on one side and woods on the other. There was no other car in either direction. The road disappeared into pitch black. The rows of trees rustled in the wind. I loved to speed down this road because the road was almost always empty, no streetlights, or anyone to bother you.
I stepped out of the car. The air was cold, and even chillier when the wind blew.
“Put your hands on the roof of your car.”
I gulped.
Officer Bentley, said, “I’m going to pat you down, while officer Gregson searches your car.”
“Can I call my uncle?”
Officer Bentley laughed. Then held my face as he whispered in my ear. “Yeah. When we’re done searching you, then you can call your uncle.”
He padded my chest and shorts. He even padded up my bare arms and legs. That didn’t make sense to me, but at least his hands were warm on my arms and legs.
I started to think about how I would call my uncle and get this all cleared up. He would tell these two to back off. They would get a stern talking to by their supervisor. Maybe even some sort of demerit. I wish I could see their faces when they got in trouble.
I was distracted when Officer Bentley started searching under my shorts, squeezing my thighs. Within seconds, his thumb was inches from my balls. My whole body tensed. Shit. I forgot I wasn’t wearing underwear. That’s another reason I was so cold.
Officer Bentley’s thumb was suspiciously close to my dick and balls. Officer Gregson pulled out the cup from underneath the seat. “I think we got something here.” He slammed the Sonic cup on the on the roof of the car.
“I see we got a troublemaker here.” Officer Bentley laughed.
“Looks like it,” Officer Gregson responded with a wink. “Make sure to check him real good. Don’t want him trying pull another fast one on us.”
Officer Bentley squeezed my thighs, “Are you gonna try to pull another fast one on us?”
“No, sir.”
“You’re gonna be a good boy?”
“What?”
“You better behave you little faggot.”
I squirmed. “You can’t call me that.”
He pushed my head against the roof the Mustang. “Listen, boy, you don’t get to decide what we call you.”
I was confused. Did cops really talk like this? Is this really the procedure?
“Now, are you going to behave? Say yes sir.”
I mumbled, “Yes sir.”
“Good boy.”
He searched me again, firmly this time, as if my leg was a baseball bat and he had to get a proper grip. He continued to raise his hands all the way up and up my leg. I didn’t know what to do. Then I felt his thumb on my butt cheeks and his finger grazing the hair on my balls. Was this really happening? This had to stop.
“Can I please call my uncle?” I didn’t know what else to say or do.
“You want to call your uncle?”
“Yes please.”
The officers shared glances. Officer Gregson, who had kinder eyes and quieter way about him, handed my phone to me.
I heard my uncle pick up. “Why is it that you’re calling me at this hour? Do you know what time it is?”
“But uncle–”
Right then, Officer Bentley reached his hand up my shorts and grabbed my balls. I let out a feminine gasp. I froze. I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t talk. “Uh… uh.”
My uncle sounded annoyed. “Travis… Travis!?”
Officer Bentley tugged my balls, rolled them around in his grip. He said, “Go on, Travis. Tell your uncle about how you’ve been a naughty boy.”
“Uncle, please. I need your help. These two officers pulled me over. Ummm… they … one of them is grabbing my balls.”
“Travis. I told you what would happen if you got in trouble again. I can’t keep bailing you out. It looks bad on me. You know I have an election coming up. Give the phone to one of the officers.”
“But Uncle?”
Officer Gregson took the phone. “Yes, sir. Drinking and speeding sir. Yes, sir. Understood.” Officer Gregson shook his head at Bentley. “Understood sir.” He hung up.
My heart couldn’t have dropped any harder or faster. I felt defeated, doomed even.
Officer Bentley laughed. “Looks like your uncle isn’t helping you out this time.”
“I don’t…” I couldn’t believe it. My Uncle was really leaving me with these two cops who literally have me by the balls. Was this really happening? Did this officer really get to grab me by the balls and get away with it? Was I really about to be arrested for drinking and driving? Was this really going to go on my record? This had to be a nightmare.
Officer Bentley tugged my balls and I whimpered. “Look. If you do what we say this could all be over soon.”
I nodded.
He let go of my balls and licked his fingers. “I need to make sure you’re not hiding anything.”
I didn’t know what that meant. Where else hasn’t he searched? Then I felt a finger graze my hole.
Oh no no no no no.
I stood on my toes, wiggled, trying to get away. He started applying pressure, when he said, “I think this boy is hiding something.”
“No, sir, I promise, I’m not.”
“Then why are you trying to squirm away.”
“I just feel uncomfortable. I’ve never… this isn’t…” I couldn’t get out the words.
This can’t be happening. Surely there are checks and balances in place so that this doesn’t happen? They must have a dash cam or even body cameras. I swallowed my fear in a Hail Mary. “Sir. Sir. I would like to know my rights.”
Officer Bentley and Gregson giggled. “Your rights?”
“Here are your rights.” And in one swift motion, I felt his big fingers grab my shorts and jerked them down so that they landed around my ankles. I could feel the cold air on my ass and legs. My dick squished against the window.
“Please don’t–” I turned to look at him, and when I did, my hand moved off the roof by a hair, only for a second. He shouted in my ear. “Hands on the roof!” He shoved my head down and hit the roof with a thud. I was laying uncomfortably with my cheek up against the cold, dirty metal roof, and all I could think was, no no no no no no. He leaned over to stretch my arms as far as possible. I could feel his bulge against my back, his walkie-talkie on my shoulder.
I was suddenly grateful there was no one else on the road. I was exposed for anyone passerby to see. But there was no one. We were alone and the officers knew it.
Then I met eyes with Officer Gregson, who could see tears well in my eyes. Then I heard him speak, “Officer Bentley.”
I could hear Officer Gregson’s steps as he walked behind me. Officer Gregson and Officer Bentley were whispering. I tried to make out some of the words, “…that’s enough… too much… let me…”
I could not see him because I was facing the front of the car with my cheek pressed to the roof of the car. I don’t think I have ever been this exposed. My ass pushed out for them to see. And maybe it was the cool breeze, or I don’t know what, but I felt my penis start to harden, pushing against the hard surface of the window. I couldn’t believe it. I tried to imagine what I must look like to them– a nearly naked blond man wearing only a shirt, ass raised in the cold wind, head on the roof of my car, and dick hardening against the window.
Finally, their conversation abruptly ended with Officer Bentley exclaiming, “Fine. You take a crack at the little faggot.”
Officer Gregson walked to the side of me where he could see my face. “Don’t mind him. He just takes his job way too seriously.”
I softened, suddenly feeling hope. Maybe Officer Gregson was there to help me.
“I need you to nod when you hear what I’m saying.”
I nodded.
“So you and I are just going to have a conversation. I believe that you’re a good boy and you want to be a good boy for us. Is that true? You’re gonna do what we say?”
The words he chose were so weird. True, I was a boy. True I wanted to be good for them. There’s no point in being nitpicky over semantics. I nodded. “Yes.”
“Good. Because the better you behave the sooner we all get to go home.”
He waited for me to confirm. I nodded.
“Good. Now, here’s the problem.”
“We found you speeding, drinking and driving, and possibly resisting arrest. I know that’s not the complete truth, but if I know Officer Bentley, and I do, he doesn’t like people disobeying him. Understand?”
I nodded.
“But I want to help you. So, first, we’re going to get this shirt off to make sure you’re not hiding anything.”
“I’m not I promise. Please…”
He patted my shoulder. “I want to believe you. The problem is safety is our top priority. More of a priority than your feelings. I know that’s hard to hear. But that’s just part of the process.”
I nodded.
“Now, if it will make you feel any better, I can let you take your hands off the roof, if you want to take your shirt off as well. This means it can happen at your own pace. Would you like to do that?”
I nodded.
“Good. Go ahead.”
I closed my eyes. I slowly moved my hands from the roof, down the side of car, I took off my shirt slowly. It was so cold. My nipples were harder than they’ve ever been.
“Good boy,” Office Gregson said. “This next part may make you uncomfortable, but the sooner we do it, the sooner we get it over with.”
I swallowed.
“Okay. For me to do the next part, I’m going to need you to spread your ass cheeks.”
I couldn’t believe it. I could barely move. I could barely think.
“Now,” Officer Gregson added.
I just heard the quiet cries of my surrender. I took an ass cheek in each hand and spread them, my hole titillated by the cold air. It felt freshened somehow, my hole had never been so exposed. It sent a slight thrill through my body — I was exposed, and they were somehow making me expose myself even more. Officer Gregson stood behind me, I felt myself getting even harder, and tense with fear. My ass clenched.
“Don’t be shy. I’m gonna need you to relax if we are going to get this over with.”
“I don’t know how.”
“Here’s what we’re going to do. I don’t condone you drinking and driving, but since it’s clear you are already drunk, here…” Officer Gregson picked up the sonic cup from the roof of the car and tilted the straw towards my mouth. He held it a few inches from my lips, waiting. With my hands on my ass, my dick up against the window, I leaned a little towards him, and wrapped my lips around the tip of the straw and sucked.
The Vodka warmed my throat and made me wince, but I wanted more. I closed my eyes and kept sucking. If this was going to happen, I wanted to be blackout drunk. Better if I didn’t remember any of this. The slushie and alcohol had separated by then, so I was drinking mostly vodka. I coughed a little and fluid dripped from my lips. Officer Gregson gently ran his finger across my lips. He had the red ice slush on his finger, and pushed past my lips and wiped his thumb across my gums. The same finger that had touched my hole. I pulled my head back, and shook my head, No.
Officer Gregson looked up from my face and over at Officer Bentley. I was scared of Office Bentley. If Officer Gregson was built like a baseball player and kind like a teacher, Officer Bentley was built like a rugby player and mean like one too.
I looked at him with pleading eyes and opened my mouth. Anything was better than that badgering, forceful brute Bentley. He stuck his finger in my mouth. I sucked the vodka from his finger like a straw. And when he kept his finger in my mouth, I knew I was supposed to keep sucking.
“Get that finger nice and wet.”
Officer Gregson stepped behind me. His body was arched over my back, his walkie-talkie and badge pressed into my bare back. He probed his finger at my hole, but I clenched. I couldn’t do what he wanted. I just didn’t want it and my body knew it. I tried. I really tried.
He leaned over me. His warm breath landed on my neck and ear like a cloud on a warm day.
“Daddy will take care of you.” I leaned towards his voice, feeling comforted. “It’s going to be okay. Just relax. Daddy’s here.”
And then, it happened. His finger pushed inside my hole.
“Owww.”
It felt weird, uncomfortable, and a little painful. I gritted my teeth. But after a few minutes I could feel the effects of the alcohol. My body felt warmer, my muscles more relaxed, my eyelids were heavy. He warmed my body by leaning over me. The feeling of his wet finger sent goosebumps all over my body. Was it actually starting to feel good? Was I enjoying it? No, definitely not… at least not exactly. And even if I was enjoying it, it’s only because the male prostate is the most pleasurable part of the male body. I knew from porn that even straight men liked to be fingered. So, that doesn’t make me gay. That doesn’t mean anything. My dick pulsed against the window. I felt precum rub between my dick and the window, suddenly it felt like a slip-n-slide.
“Tell daddy how good it feels.”
“What?”
“Tell daddy how good it feels to have my finger inside of you.”
I didn’t say anything. I heard footsteps approach me. Suddenly, nervous, my whole body tense. It was Bentley. He put his lips to my ear. “Thing is faggot, I think you’re liking this.”
I tried to shake my head, but it was so feeble.
“Don’t lie. You know what happens when you lie to a police officer?” SMACK. It came as a shock, his firm hand slapping my ass.
“Ah! Please don’t! Please stop.”
SMACK.
He yanked my hair, so I was looking at him. “How about this faggot? I’ll stop if you turn around and show me that you’re not hard. If you’re not hard, we’ll let you go home. We’ll even drive you home. And if you’re hard, then you have to come home with us.”
I lowered my head, because I knew I would lose.
“I don’t even need to see. I know you’re hard. Just give in to it.” He reached his hand between legs and choked my balls and shaft with his large hands.
“But I’m not gay.”
“It’s okay baby. You’re not gay. You’ve just got hard from a man’s finger in your hole. So say thank you to Officer Gregson. Say thank you daddy.”
I didn’t say anything.
SMACK! “Say it.”
SMACK! “Say it.”
My ass started to burn from the pain. I just wanted to stop feeling humiliated. I mumbled, “Thank you, daddy, for fingering me.”
SMACK! “Say it so he can hear you. Say it like you mean it.”
“Daddy, thank you for–”
SMACK! “Louder!”
My ass was throbbing, and my dick was hard, and I felt so scared and humiliated, and so so so fucking turned on. I knew what I had to do. I took a deep breath in.
“THANK YOU DADDY FOR FINGERING ME! THANK YOU!!!”
“Good boy. Now get in the back of the car.”
I was stunned. What?
“And leave your clothes.”
I found myself next to Officer Gregson in the backseat, his arm around me. They kept me fully naked and handcuffed. Officer Gregson kept telling me to drink while Officer Bentley just stared at me through the rear-view mirror.
I had never been in the back of a police car before. I couldn’t make my erection go away, but I didn’t dare touch it. I did want to send the wrong message. I didn’t want them to think that I was actually enjoying this. Even if they already suspected that I was, in fact, enjoying it.
How did I get here? I was coerced by two police officers. They made me strip naked. They got me drunk. More than drunk. Wasted really.
I felt safer in the backseat with Officer Gregson, but Officer Bentley’s stared at us through the rear-view mirror.
Officer Gregson grabbed my balls. “I think he likes it. He’s so hard he might explode.” He wiped the precum from the head of my dick, making my penis jump. I ached for release. His finger rubbing it gently, sending chills all over my body. Then he took my precum and reached between my legs. The next thing I felt was a wet finger massaging my hole. Circling and diving like a shark.
“Don’t worry boy, I’m gonna take care of you. I’m gonna be gentle. I’m gonna use your own cum to open you up.”
Officer Gregson applied more and more pressure with each passing second. He slid his finger out and put it into my open mouth. It had already been in my ass, but I knew not to resist with Officer Bentley’s eyes glaring at me. I closed my lips around his finger. I didn’t know what was happening, but I knew there would be less friction if his finger was wet. So, I sucked and lapped my tongue around his finger.
“That’s right. Get it nice and wet.”
He reached his hand back, sliding his finger back in. It still felt uncomfortable at first, but it got better when he started gently massaging my prostrate. I let out gentle moans. No one has even known my body like that. No one has ever found that precious walnut-size pleasure organ and played it like a drum. He circled it with his finger, which made me even harder, harder than I knew was possible. I clutched onto Officer Gregson’s broad shoulders. It was unbearable, but I didn’t want him to stop. An involuntary moan escaped my lips.
I watched him smile, confidence in his eyes, like he knew something I didn’t. “You love it when I finger your boyhole.”
I just nodded.
Then, abruptly, he shoved my face into his crotch and rubbed his bulge all over my face. I caught so off guard that I just gave into it.
“Tell me how bad you want to see it. I know you want to see the real thing up close, not through my pants. I know you want it. Tell daddy how much you want it.”
I was frozen. I was scared and my heart was racing. I was so confused. I started to believe that they knew what I wanted more than I did. A finger in my ass is one thing, but sucking a guy’s dick is another. Sucking a guy’s dick was definitely gay.
Officer Gregson didn’t wait for me to say anything. He pulled out his dick from his pants. He pushed my face towards it, rubbing my face on his shaft. He shoved my face down into his balls and between his legs, so I couldn’t really breathe. He held me there by my hair.
“Stick your tongue out. Just get a little taste.”
I was struggling too hard to breathe. He smacked my ass when I didn’t comply fast enough. SMACK. And then again. SMACK.
I stuck my tongue out so awkwardly. I could taste the sweat on his cocks and balls. I could small the sweat and precum. I could feel precum get in my hair. Officer Gregson lifted me up by my hair and began rubbing his precum-covered dick head on my lips.
I tried to mumble no, but he had other plans. He spanked me. SMACK. Precum got in my eyes and I could feel tears running down my face. “Just give it a little kiss. That’s all.”
Suddenly Officer Gregson was being rough.
“Now.” SMACK.
I puckered my lips to give him a little kiss. He was pushing his dick against my mouth hard.
“I know you raised your better than that. Give it a proper kiss. Use your tongue.”
I didn’t know what was happening. He spanked me. Not just once. Not just twice. But three times. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. I could feel my ass getting red and warm. It stung. I closed my eyes and I opened my mouth to tongue the head of his dick and a huge glob of precum landed in my mouth.
“That’s right. Good boy. That’s right. Now lick it up and down. Get those balls. Play with my balls with your tongue. Get my dick so wet. Good boy. You’re a fast learner. Good boy.”
I know I was doing a bad job. I had never done this before. But as I tried, Officer Gregson took his advantage and shoved my head down on his dick. I tried to lift up, unable to properly breathe.
“That’s right baby. Take it all. You’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you. Mmm… your throat is so warm.”
It was hard to breathe because my nose was in his pubic hair. I started squirming, but he just shoved me down harder. Spanked me harder. SMACK.
“Breathe through your nose baby. We got to make sure you get good at this. You need to learn. Daddy’s gonna raise you right, boy. Just stop squirming. Just give in. Breathe through your nose, let your mouth gag, let your eyes water. It’s all going to be okay. I’ve got you. Shhhhh. I’ve got you. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Yeeahh. Good boy. Daddy’s so proud of you.”
I did as he said. There was nothing else to do except do what he said. I don’t know if it was how strong he was, how commanding he was, how he wanted to take care of me– but I gave in. It was like I was falling into the natural order of things. This is where I belonged. I wanted to be a good boy for him. I tried my hardest to relax my throat.
“Yes that’s right.” He said in a booming voice that made me feel proud. “Good boy! Wow I’m so proud of you. You’re a natural born cock sucker. Good boy! Fuck!”
He started making small thrusts in and out. I could see his shaft disappear into my mouth but no matter how hard or long I looked at it my brain could not make it make sense. It seemed impossible. Yet, I was doing it. Maybe he was right, maybe I should be proud. I started sucking it at my own pace, harder and deeper. Something about having his smooth hard cock in my mouth felt so wrong but in the best possible way.
That’s right. Try to pull on it with your lips. I’m gonna cum in your mouth okay. Don’t spit it out.”
I let out a garbled moan. I started to cum when he said that. Me, cumming. From the prostate massage and throat fucking. I felt my load hitting my chest. My body was mildly convulsing in pleasure but Officer Gregson was still fucking my face.
“Good boy! He’s fucking cumming. He’s a born cock sucker!”
His dick erupted in huge warm splashes down my throat. I coughed and gagged. Huge streams of cum ran down his shaft and my chin.
That’s when Officer Bentley spoke. “We’re home.”
The next thing I know I was on a couch, sandwiched between these two beefy men. I had never been so drunk. I was spinning. I focused on the reflection in the television. Was that really me? I could see that I was fully erect, my face drained of color, my lips flushed red with arousal, my nipples hard and sensitive, and my hands were cuffed. What was happening? Was this a dream?
I couldn’t tell how much the screen distorted our size. They towered over me. I was in awe. I couldn’t deny they were hot. I’m only human. They were objectively hot. But that doesn’t mean I wanted to keep going. Being fingered, sucking dick, I really hoped that was enough. Officer Bentley probably wanted me to suck his dick, then we could call it good and I could go home.
Officer Bentley moved me so that I was staring directly at his crotch.
“Come on, boy. You know what to do. You’re a cocksucker now. Don’t get scared now.”
Officer Bentley grabbed my hair. He was pushing me down towards the huge tent in his boxers, pre-cum soaking the tip. I could smell the musk of his balls, his sweat, his cum. I closed my eyes.
“Let me take these off.” He slid his underwear down past his ankles. His huge cock sprang from his boxers. I looked it up and down. I immediately thought of the expression hung like a chandelier. Everything about these men screamed bigger, harder, sturdier — manlier.
I had to admit that his dick was beautiful. And I’m saying that as a straight man. Officer Bentley tugged at my hair. He pushed me down and rubbed my face on it. I was terrified. There was no way I was able to fit that into my mouth.
I had the strange impulse to stick my tongue out and lick from balls to head. What was happening to me? Officer Bentley must’ve seen something in my eyes or my expression.
“Oh! You like that don’t you? My boy! You’re loving it right now. I can see the pre-cum leaking out of you. You’re a cocksucker if I’ve ever seen one. Show it some love.”
I had warmed up to Officer Gregson, but not Officer Bentley. I looked behind me at officer Gregson, who was rubbing my ass and thigh, trying to soothe me. I gave him a pleading look. He shook his head.
Officer Bentley yanked me by the hair. “You know you want it. Stick out your tongue.”
I didn’t know what I wanted. I know I was mesmerized by his dick, but that doesn’t mean I wanted it in my mouth. I shook my head, feebly. Officer Gregson’s dick was one thing. Officer Gregson was nice. Not to mention his dick didn’t make think of the word “impale.”
“Suck that big bear cock. You know you want it. Just put the tip in your mouth. Don’t act like you don’t want it. Just give it a little kiss. A little kiss with tongue. You’re a cocksucker now. No use in denying it. You’ve got a pretty face, a cocksucker’s face. It’s pretty but it’s missing something. It’s never a perfect face until it has a dick in its mouth. It’s never complete unless it’s wrapped around dick. You know it. Don’t make me force you. I have ways to make you do it.”
He slapped his veiny dick up against my face, repeatedly. It felt like I was being slapped with a bat. Somehow being slapped in the face by this huge dick seemed more demeaning than sucking a dick. I know it doesn’t make sense. At least if I sucked his dick, it would be my choice. But there was no dignity involved in having my face slapped with this big bear dick. So, I had no choice. I could feel my sense of dignity dwindle to the point of no return. There was nothing else to do. I unclenched my jaw and parted my lips. Opening my mouth was a sort of salvation. It was my choice, even if I was choosing to have my mouth used as a fuckhole, it was still my choice.
“Good boy. That’s right. Now, stick out your tongue. Come on, cocksucker. Stick it all the way out.”
I stuck my tongue out as far as I could. He dick-smacked my tongue, repeatedly. SMACK. I looked up at him, his beefy bear chest. SMACK. SMACK. My tongue started to hurt he was hitting so hard. SMACK.
“Use your tongue on the head.”
I complied with his instructions like a schoolboy.
“Mmmhhmm. That’s right. Lick up that precum. Swirl your tongue around the head. That’s right. Mmmhhhm. Show me how much you love it you little faggot. Show me how much you need it. That’s right. Oh yeah, I can tell you love it. Now my balls boy. That’s right. Suck my balls. Get them both with your tongue. Get them sloppy wet. Okay, boy. Now for the whole thing. Open your mouth.”
He cradled my head as he shoved his cock into my mouth. I couldn’t lift myself off it no matter how hard I tried. He held my head with both hands and fucked it like a fleshlite. I choked.
“No, baby. Don’t pull away. Don’t pull away. That’s our fuckhole. Just breathe. It’s gonna be okay. Relax. Look up at me. I like to see you being a good boy. You’re crying — but those are good boy tears. I know it’s hard, but I don’t care. This is the best way to learn. Just throw you into the deep end. Just keep choking, it’s okay. Relax your throat. Yeaaah. Good boy. Swallow it for daddy. Swallow that whole dick. Breathe through your nose. That’s right boy. Fuck yeah, faggot. Your throat feels so good. Fuck, you’re a born cocksucker. Daddy raised your right.”
I could see his shaft disappear into my mouth but no matter how hard or long I looked at it my brain could not make it make sense. It was so big.
Officer Gregson started fingering me. The sweat in my hair, on my face, mixing with their sweat. Then Officer Gregson started to tap that electricity inside of me that sent shocks through my whole body. That went on for I don’t know how long
Officer Gregson said, “I think he’s liking it. He’s pushing back on it.”
I could feel myself starting to enjoy it, again. I felt pressure build up in my dick, like it was gonna burst.
Bentley slowly amped up the pace of face-fucking me. “Little faggot loves it.”
Was I enjoying it? No. But I was getting so hard. I hated that I was hard, but maybe I was enjoying it. I wanted to die, but I was also trying my hardest to be a good boy.
Officer Bentley, “That’s right, suck that big bear cock. Go all the way down. Good boy. Use your tongue. Yeah. That’s right. Show daddy how much you love that cock. Yeah. That’s right. You love it. You little faggot. Fuck. You don’t even want to stop sucking it to tell us how much you love it. Do you? No, I don’t think you do.”
He was face fucking me so hard, pulling out my hair like the reins on a horse. I continued sucking. I didn’t want to stop.
Officer Bentley said, “Good boy. Yeah. Good boy. Now, I know daddy taught you manners. What do you say?”
I couldn’t say anything. I had a huge dick in my mouth!
SMACK!
What the fuck?! He smacked my cheek. I felt face redden and burn.
“What do you say?”
I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say.
“Say thank you.”
I pulled away.
SMACK. “Don’t pull away.”
He was holding me on his head and not letting me pull away.
“I know I taught you manners faggot. Now say, ‘Thank you, daddy.'”
SMACK.
“Say thank you with my cock in your mouth.”
I mumbled, “Tha–gulp–nk gulp you.”
“Louder faggot.”
“THANK –gulp– DADDY f– face fu– gulp–ing me.”
Daddy Bentley was being so mean — he just got rougher and rougher. “Suck that fat cock. Suck it. You’re such a fucking cocksucker now. You love it you little faggot. Yeah, that’s right, you want it. I know you do, look how much precum is on your dick.”
It’s true. I was so hard. I was aching. I don’t know what it was about his demeaning words, but they were having an effect on me that I could not deny.
“Tell Officer Gregson thank you.”
“Tha–, Officer Gre–son, for f-ng-erin me.”
Officer Bentley pulled my head up by my hair, his dick sliding out of my mouth. I gasped. I could finally breathe, sweat and tears soaked my face. He lowered me down, teased me with the head of his dick, then pulled me back up. “Say please can I suck your cock.”
SMACK.
I whimpered. “Please can I suck your cock.”
Officer Bentley smiled. “Good boy. Now tell Daddy Gregson that you want him to fuck you.”
My eyes enlarged. This was terrifying. It’s too soon. It felt like he had barely been fingering me for ten minutes. I thought that I could make Bentley cum and then Officer Gregson cum. I thought they would — I don’t know what. “But…” I looked around the room as my brain searched for an excuse.
SMACK. “I know you’re scared, but you can’t misbehave and not be punished. Beg him to fuck you.”
I whimpered. Officer Gregson situated his cock at my hole. I squirmed.
“No. No. Don’t pull away. Don’t pull away. Now tell Daddy Gregson what you want him to do to you.”
“I can’t do this. I’m a virgin. I’ve never been fucked in the ass before.”
SMACK. This time it came from behind. It came from Officer Gregson. It was such a forceful hit on my ass that I cried. “OW!” My ass cheeks were burning.
“No, boy. That isn’t up to you. Your hole belongs to me. I’ll be gentle. It’s going to be okay. I’ll take care of you, but this happening.”
“I’m not ready.”
“Tell you what. After we get going for a few minutes, if you want to stop, we can stop. But you have to make it a few minutes. It’s okay. If you want to stop, we can stop. First, I’m gonna uncuff you. I want you to be able to brace yourself.” Daddy Gregson was being really nice, caressing me with his hands. He smiled at me encouragingly. His smile made me feel like I was with someone safe. Maybe he would take care of me. Or maybe I was still drunk and I wasn’t thinking clearly.
I nodded.
Daddy Gregson undid my handcuffs. My arms felt so weak. I braced myself in the couch. Daddy Bentley moved his dick so I could still suck his cock in this position.
“I’m going to start fucking you now.”
I gulped. Was I giving in if I wasn’t fighting? Was not saying anything the same as saying yes? I took a deep breath in. I know there was no stopping it. If I ask for it, at least I won’t get another spanking. “Please …fuck… me, daddy.”
I felt the large tip of his dick press against the hole. My ass clenched so tight, but he kept pushing. Fear climbed in my stomach.
“Just relax.”
His dick pushed at my hole, not forcefully, but politely, as if knocking. Suddenly his
warm precum lubricated my hole. It felt so unfamiliar to have man’s precum on my hole, but it felt so good. It made my knees weak. It somehow helped me relax. And that’s when Daddy Gregson took his advantaged. He pushed harder, widening my hole as he pushed in.
“Ooowww.” I couldn’t help it. I grabbed on to Daddy Bentley for dear life. Even if he was a brute, he was still my only anchor for the moment.
Daddy Gregson leaned over me. I could feel his breath inches from my ear. “I gotcha you baby boy. I got you. Yeah. Just relax. I’m going to make you feel good. Just relax. That’s it. That’s it. Daddy is inside you know. You don’t have to worry, just let it happen. Daddy is so proud of you.”
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt a piercing pleasure as Daddy’s dick struck something inside me. It sent a jolt of pain and pleasure through my body. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god.”
I held on to Daddy Bentley even harder. He whispered in my ear. “You little faggot. You love this. Daddy Bentley turned my face towards him, so I was focused on him. He started rubbing my cheek. He whispered, “It’s gonna be okay boy. It’s gonna be okay. Just relax. Office Gregson is gonna fuck your boyhole even harder now. In no time at all, you’ll be our little faggot to fuck whenever we want. You’re going to want it all the time. And we’re going to use whenever we want. You’re going to come over every day, get on all fours, put your ass in the air, and beg to be fucked. If you don’t, we’re going to pull up to your uncle’s house in a squad car and ask to speak with you. Then we’ll fuck you right there in front of your uncle. Then everyone is going to know how much of a cumdump you are. You belong to us.”
I let out a moan.
Officer Gregson whispered in my ear. He used his tongue to play with my ear, getting it wet. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you. Daddy is right here.”
Daddy Gregson was nice. I couldn’t believe it, but my hole started to relax. My hole stretched for his dick. The shape of his dick was in-sync with my body. Probing deeper and deeper, slowly, thoughtfully stretching my hole, his pre-cum acting as the only lubricant, just enough to allow him in, to gain a little space, to allow him probe inch by inch. It felt like my hole was made for his dick.
Daddy Bentley smiled like he won something. He saw my pleasure on my face. He had seen it all along. “Look at this little faggot. I knew he would be a great hole. I knew he would love it. I told you didn’t I? When I saw him driving in his Mustang his uncle bought him, I could picture him milking my dick. I couldn’t believe he was old enough to reach the gas pedal or have pubes yet. How old did I peg him for? 15. I said that is a born faggot right there. A born faggot trying to hide behind a pretty mustang and peach fuzz. I almost dropped my jaw when I saw he was 18. I couldn’t believe our luck. And then! He fucking failed the breathalyzer. We laughed — Oh this is almost too easy! And I said this little faggot is going to be thanking us.”
I just moaned. They knew this would happen the second they pulled me over. Fuck.
I couldn’t think. I just moaned.
Daddy Bentley, “Tell daddy how much you love it.”
I couldn’t say anything. I don’t think I could say anything, let alone form full sentences. All I could make were sounds. “Aaahhhhhh.”
SMACK.
“Say it.”
“Aahhh. Daddy, fuck daddy thank you daddy.”
“Oh yeah. That’s right.”
They turned me on to my back, my head hanging off the sofa just enough for Daddy Bentley to stick his dick down my throat. He face fucked me, no mercy. I dutifully choked on his big dick. From this angle, Daddy Bentley’s balls were rubbing up against my face. I let his sweat drip all over me. I took in the musky scent of his scrotum.
Daddy Gregson pounded me harder and harder. He lifted my ass up just enough that he was hammering my prostate at a perfect angle. I moaned so hard. I couldn’t move or talk. I just moaned. I let myself moan as if it were the same as breathing. Garbled moans, “AAaaaahhhh Ah ah ah ah ah, oooohhh.” I was moaning as if my survival depended on it. As if my entire life I had been underwater and suddenly I could breathe. I couldn’t stop moaning. I knew the neighbors could probably hear me, but I didn’t care.
Daddy Bentley reached down to squeeze my nipples, pulling and pinching them so hard I felt like he was using them like reins on a horse. I tried to hit his hands away. He let go of one nipple only to slap my face. I let out a scream but it was garbled by his huge dick in my mouth. He grabbed both nipples and twisted harder. I let out noises halfway between screams and moans. He would let go for a few seconds, to give my nipples a chance to relax, then he would twist them again. He loved hurting me.
“Mmm… Aahhhhh…AAghhhh.” I moaned, in what I think was pain, but maybe was pleasure. Too much pleasure.
I felt used, overwhelmed, confused, euphoric. I started to trust that they knew what they were doing. I gave myself completely to them– even when it hurt. They used me like a rag doll. I put my hands on Daddy Bentley’s waist, ran one hand up his chest hair. I was loving it.
Then, suddenly —
No.
I felt a sort of emptiness. Out of nowhere, Officer Gregson pulled out of my hole. I looked at him, Daddy Bentley’s dick slid out of my mouth and landed on my shoulder.
“What?” I asked, suddenly confused. I looked back and forth between Gregson and Bentley. What’s happening? I thought. Then my confusion was replaced by desperation. I was upset. I couldn’t believe it, but I was actually upset. They had worked so hard to get me here, to get me to enjoy it this much, only to stop?! Officer Gregson raised his eyebrows at me, gave me a knowing glance. He didn’t have to say anything. Suddenly, I knew what he wanted. Is this really what it’s coming to? I gave in immediately. They were in charge. They were going to get their way no matter what. I just wanted to feel used again. I moved my ass towards Daddy Gregson. I pouted. “Please daddy fuck me? Please.”
Officer Gregson slapped his dick up against my hole. “I don’t think you want it bad enough.”
I didn’t even think twice as I gave in. “Please daddy I need it. Please. Thank you daddy for fucking me.”
Daddy Gregson frowned, “I don’t believe you.”
“Please. I need it so bad. I love it so much. Please. PLEASE! I’ll do anything.”
My daddies smiled at each other. They both went back inside of me, thankfully. I moaned. “Aaahhhhh.” It felt so good to have them back –no– they pulled out. I looked at them. I took in their mischievous grins. They were teasing me. Torturing me.
Daddy Gregson teased my hole with his dick. “Are you going to come over here every day so we can use you?”
I nodded. “Yes, daddy.” With each answer he entered me and with each question he pulled out. I hated it. It was merciless. It was cruel.
“Are you gonna stay the night here and wake us up with your hole?”
“Yes daddy!” I nodded desperately. He pushed his dick in me.
He pulled out. “You’re going to bend over on the side or road and take our dicks in your hole, if that’s what we say?”
“Yes, Daddy. Yes.” He pushed in.
He pulled out. “We’re going to spit roast you while your uncle watches?”
“Yes, daddy. Yes. Please just fuck me already.”
Officer Gregson said, “That doesn’t sound like a thank you.”
Daddy Bentley, “I think you’re right. I think we have a real ungrateful cumdump.”
I hadn’t been ungrateful. I loved it. I just … I just… “I’m not ungrateful. I’m not. Thank you daddy for fucking my hole. Thank you daddies for using me. You were right. I’m just your little bitch. I’m just a hole for you. You can do whatever you want. Thank you daddies. Thank you. Please daddies. Please, please daddy fuck me so hard. I need it. You were right. I am just a hole that needs to be used by you. You saw it right away. Please. Your dick feels so good inside of me. Tell me what I have to do. Please.”
“Beg for our loads.”
I had never done that before. I had never begged someone to breed me. But I didn’t think twice about it. “Please cum inside me, please! I just want you to use me. I want to be a good boy for daddy. I need it, please. Fuck me and use me so hard and dump your load inside me.”
Daddy Bentley shoved his dick down my throat. Daddy Gregson fucked me, without mercy — and it felt so good. They fucked me like that for a long time.
Daddy Bentley called me degrading things: bitch, cumdump, faggot, pussyhole.
Daddy Gregson said I was being such a good boy. “You’re doing so well. You’re making me so proud, boy. Fuck that’s a good hole. Oh yeah, I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Good boy. Good boy.” He had grabbed my waist so he could hold on to me and move me at his will. He was hitting my prostate like a batting ram trying to knock down the castle walls.
I could see our reflection in the television. I was balled up into such a small amount of space while they towered over me. I didn’t realize just how much bigger they were than me. Officer Bentley’s hands were so big on my head, he might as well have been holding a coconut. Daddy Gregson was folding my legs down so that they weren’t in the way. I was shining from all the sweat and precum on my body and I looked like I was in a level of ecstasy that I knew could only be reached by a combination of pain and pleasure.
I moaned. An explosion, almost violent heaves of cum from my dick. I came without touching myself. I came all over the couch and myself. I felt splashes hitting my face and eyes. It hit Daddy Bentley in the face. Huge rockets of cum at first, then splashes, then drooling cum. It was the hardest I had ever came. And I had never needed it more.
“Good boy! I knew you’d love it. You’re like a fucking sprinkler.”
Daddy Gregson was still fucking me. Still using my hole. He could always use me and I wouldn’t stop him. Then I felt his dick swell inside of me. Warm spurts of cum coated my inside. He heaved over me. I could not believe the euphoria I felt. I was still hard, but I felt myself give into to relief and closed my eyes, exhausted and completely spent. I felt like I could finally rest.
Then, terrifyingly, I felt Daddy Bentley step between my legs.
I looked at him, panicked.
Daddy Bentley took the cum from stomach and wrapped his dick in it.
“Uh I don’t know about this,” I said dazed and spent.
Daddy Gregson smacked my face. SMACK!
Daddy Bentley said, “Daddy Gregson was nice enough to loosen you up for me. Think of that as the appetizer.”
Daddy Bentley shoved what felt like a shovel (but really was only like the first inches of his dick) inside of me. “OOWWWW.”
“Are you ready to be used by me boy?”
“Please stop please stop.”
Daddy Bentley spit into my mouth as I begged. I swallowed his sweat. This can’t happen. This is impossible. Please stop.”
“No way you little cumdump. This hole belongs to me.”
“Nooo. Aaaahhh Staaaahhhpppp.”
“I love it when you put up a little fight. I love it when you squirm. That just gets me going even more. I know what’s best for you, even if you don’t. You’re my boy. You’re my little submissive faggot.”
Daddy Bentley grabbed my back a hoisted me into his arms, my leg thrown over his shoulders. His dick slid even farther inside of me. I was so sweaty and weak, I slipped out of his grasp just for a second, but he caught me. Then he put my arms behind his neck.
“You’re going to want to hold on really tight.”
His dick slowly impaled me. My vision went blurry and my legs spasmed, like, like I don’t know what. That never happened before. It was like my entire body was orgasming or breaking, maybe both. “AAAAHHH. Oohh my gawd oh my gawwwwddddd”
“Oh your hole is so fucking tight.”
Daddy Gregson kissed my neck. He helped me stay up on top of Daddy Bentley. “You’re doing great. I’m so proud of you.”
“Owwwww.”
“I know baby I know. I know you’re scared but I’m here too. I know it’s so hard. But you’re doing great.”
Daddy Bentley let gravity slowly push my hole down his dick. Every moment seemed impossible, but it just kept happening. And when I was all the way down, I could see his belly and chest.
Daddy Gregson whispered. “I’m so proud of my boy. Look at you. I knew you could do it. You feel that. That’s Daddy Bentley splitting you open. Shhh. Shh. I got you. I’m holding you. It’s gonna be okay.”
Daddy Bentley squeezed me closer to me and kissed me on the mouth, pushing his tongue around my mouth. I sucked on his tongue. Then he dropped me on the couch, face down, and fell on top of my back, burying me in the couch. He weighed so much on top of me that I felt like he was breaking my bones, causing such immense pressure inside and outside my body. He shoved my head down into the couch. Daddy Gregson wasn’t close enough to console me or give me words of encouragement.
Daddy Bentley started to fuck me harder, my screams and moans muffled by the cushions. I could moan and scream as loud as I wanted, it didn’t matter. No one could hear me. I was buried into the couch. I yelled, “DDaadddyyy” in pleading tone, but it didn’t matter. “Ddaaaaddddyy.” It didn’t feel good, and I couldn’t imagine the possibility of it feeling good.
“AAHHHH” I screamed and moaned even as a ran out of breath.
“That’s it. Let it out. Let daddy know how it feels. Moan for daddy.”
“AAAgghhhh.”
Just when I thought he couldn’t fuck me any harder, he wrapped his big arms around my shoulders and head, so I felt like I was being strangled by a python, and he used his grasp on the top part of my body to shove me down even harder on his dick. He fucked me so hard. He fucked me to oblivion.
“You little faggot. You’re loving this. I know you are. I know what faggots like you need. I know better than you. I like it when you say no. It’s not as much fun for me if you enjoy it. I love using you like the little faggot you are. And you love it when I take control. You love when I force you to submit. Tell Daddy how much you love it.”
“Ffffffuuuuccck DAAADDY,” was all I could say.
Daddy Bentley started to fuck me more steadily. It somehow got easier. My hole was stretching to accommodate him. I started to moan.
“You love that big bear cock, don’t you?”
“YEEAAHhh DADDDY!”
“What do you say to your daddy?”
I don’t know how but I got the strength to speak. “Thank you THANK YOU Daddy. Please don’t stop. Please daddy. Gaawwwd. Oh my god. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Thank you so much for this big dick. Thank you for using my hole. Thank you thank you thank you.”
“Beg for it. Beg for me to breed you.”
“Please breed me. Please cum inside of me. Please.”
“Every day?”
“Yes, please breed me every day. I don’t need anything else just for you to fuck me. Please please. I’ll do anything –AAhhhhhh.”
“Yes daddy.”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You daddy. I belong to you. My hole belongs to you. My entire body belongs to you. Use me. Breed me. Please Daddy I need it so much. Please cum inside of me.”
“Good boy!”
Then, his huge dick started to pulse and even expand and flex as if it was not fully engorged until this moment.
“OHHH MMYYYY GAWWWD!!”
“That’s right you little faggot!”
“Thank you daddy thank you thank you thank you thank you!!”
I felt huge spurts of cum warm my insides. Daddy Bentley’s orgasm was intense as he squeezed me even harder, I thought he might break my body. I started to come again as he jammed his last thrusts into my hole. He pulled my hair back so he could spit in my mouth again. Then he jammed his tongue down my throat and practically sucked my tongue out of mouth, just as if it were another thing that belonged to him.
Daddy Bentley rested on top of me. “We own you now.”
I nodded. “You owned me the second you pulled me over. I just needed to catch up.”
“Good boy.”
He took his massive dick out of me, it was still semi hard, but now there was a gaping hole where it had been. I felt so empty. I was spent and euphoric. I forced my eyes to stay open, or at least I tried. I must’ve passed out, because I don’t remember anything after that.
TO BE CONTINUED