It was supposedly a routine patrol around the alleys of downtown. The dim light of the moon was the only comfort my eyes had while I looked at my surroundings, the filth of the overflowing dumpster nearby and the distant cries of beggars a block away making my brief walk foul and unwelcomed. My feet shuffled in my stride, trembling a bit in fear. My area was a hotspot for numerous incidents, and a lone, unarmed guy like me could do nothing if ever something would happen to me in that place. A swift, cool breeze passed by my back, sending chills down my spine. I still wondered why I did not ask for my superior to move me to another vicinity. Two hands quickly moved from my back, wrapping me. One went way low, almost grabbing my pants. Suddenly, the breeze behind me was replaced by unwanted warmth, a heavy breath brushing the top of my head. All I could do was squeak. A low male voice boomed over my head, chuckling at my predicament. You're just asking for it, he said. I could only gasp in return. He did not know about my procedure, and that I was only around to scout his area. I told him just that, but he seemed pre-occupied with my body in particular, his higher hand covering my nose and mouth. His bigger body build proved too much for my petite body, leaving me only able to squirm as he moved me towards the shadows, away from the prying eyes of the hobos who might have heard my squeaks. There I was, being held against my will, under the mercy of my assailant. Drop the pants or I'm cutting them off, he warned me. I was already in tears when he mentioned that, but I followed what he said. I could only unzip my pants and lower them to my thighs when he grabbed my underwear and started groping through it. I let out a muffled gasp as his huge hand played my crotch in all its areas, a couple of times going as far as the base of my ass. Reflexively I reached out to grab his hand, and I was met with sharp fangs holding my right shoulder, not yet biting in but forcing me to release my grip. Keep at it, he said, pull your underwear down. He wanted me to do it even while he still has a hold of my crotch. I hesitantly did so, but for a moment he held it in place along with my dick, wanting to hear my struggles. I grimaced but did nothing more; it failed to disappoint him though as I could feel his erection poking my back, giving me the confirmation that he was already in the nude. His fangs moved towards my right ear, nibbling it while I finished my undressing. I was pantless with only my shirt and shoes on, and he did not want me to remove the rest of my clothing. I felt totally naked even with them on. Please, I pleaded with the slightest chance that he would heed. Let me go and I will keep mum about this, I tearfully begged. The only response I got in return was a swift kick to my knees as he shifted his position towards my front. I fell forward and found myself facing his humongous erection, a pulsing cock of eight or nine inches. Without any care for my situation, he grabbed my hair to pull my head up and forced his way through my mouth, the first thrust reaching the back of my throat before hitting the hilt in succession. I could barely catch my breath through his fierce thrusting, forcing me to stay in my fours while he continued. His stench flooded my mind each time his crotch met my nose as he used my head for his own satisfaction. Later on he would jam his entire length inside my head and keep it there for a good minute or so, watching me squirm violently while I suffocate. From the dark chuckles he let out, I could tell he liked the scared look on my face as I tried to breathe through his erection. Once I stopped struggling and almost passed out, he would pull back and give me a moment's breather before pushing my head back in. I almost gagged at the gesture, my throat repeatedly touching the tip of his cock everytime. Finally, he gave a strong push on my shoulders, sending me falling backwards and letting me breathe. Perhaps it was all in his savagely yet calculated way of harassing me, as I was too distracted by my breathing to realize he was hoisting the lower part of my body up towards his hips. The whole number he did on my face proved to have taken a lot of my strength, since I could not even kick out of my position. Somehow, I just looked at the huge shaft that rested on top of my own, too tired to even let out a whimper. I was lying on my back, gasping for air. He liked that. Makes me look like a bitch, he said. He took it as a sign of my acceptance. I already had an idea of what he was going to do, but even with that I was scared shit. He pulled back and lowered his erection towards my ass. I tried to wriggle out, but he pushed my knees down even more, just to the sides of my head. And with a single quick stroke, he buried himself deep inside me, knowing it would hurt. My eyes did not stop watering up with tears. He simply laughed. Whine, he commanded me. I'll be quick if you do. That time, I did not hesitate to do whatever he said. It was too much for me, I just wanted it to be over with. Most people would be turned off by my disapproval. That only seemed to fuel his lust even more. Each shove was deep and quick, and let out a snotty cry from me. Sometimes he would dig deep and grind my bowels around just to see if he could make me yell some more. I did not know when it happened, but some time later I was just exhausted. My blubbering descended into weak weeping, and my head just leaned in resignation. I had no idea when it would end, and as much as I wanted to beg for it I instead let him have his fun. It felt like an eternity, but he eventually slammed it all in and bellowed out. I could feel his massive erection pulse around my anal walls, flooding me inside with his seed. I whimpered in response. He let go of my knees, and I slowly leaned towards a nearby cardboard box. I could see his juice flowing out my ass, making a mess between my tired legs. He sneered at me even while I was extremely exhausted. Better not expose him or even leave the area, he threatened me. He would follow me everywhere. My superior found me like that the next morning, and thought I was fooling around. I could not tell him what happened. I just went and accept my reduced paycheck.