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New Year's Eve Patrol

By: gustavca



Sergeant Samuel Stillwell adjusted the temperature in the squad car again. The howling wind created a psychological feeling of cold. Of course, the fact the ambient temperature was -29 Celsius aided that freezing feeling.

Sam hadn't been on a car patrol for a great many years. He was 47 years old, had served the city police since he was 23 and was only a year from retiring with full pension. He had earned the privilege of not sitting in a car on New Year's Eve, but duty called.

Constable Devon Schmuland, newly graduated from the police academy, was the reason Sam sat in this car on this cold night. Devon, 22, had left the academy only two weeks before and this was his very first actual patrol. The experienced officer who was to partner Devon for two weeks broke his leg during a pursuit the night before. Sam agreed to accompany young Devon until another partner could be arranged. 

Now into their fourth hour of duty, Sam and Devon had spent their time, as was customary on such cold nights, seeking out the homeless and ensuring they were safe for the night. They cruised the dark alleyways of the inner city where abandoned buildings offered temporary sanctuary from the weather looking for those at risk of hypothermia. So far they had transported six individuals to shelters and three to hospital. 

Devon was telling Sam how he had proposed the night before when he suddenly stopped talking and interrupted his tale with, "What's that?"

Sam turned and followed Devon's pointing finger. On the second floor of an abandoned auto repair shop a flickering light shone through a partially boarded window, "Looks like flames. Let's check it out."

"Shouldn't we call the Fire Department to respond?"

"Good question. Normally I would say 'yes' but Fire is always busy this time of year and I would rather be sure it is not just some homeless guy who started a small fire to keep warm before we call them. Agreed?" Devon nodded and followed his partner out of the car. The wind was bitter and the two officers rushed to a small door on the side of the building. Luckily the door opened. Sam turned to lock the patrol car with the fob in his pocket.

"Christ, it's cold," muttered Sam as he swept his flashlight around the empty space. 

"Not much warmer in here. Those broken windows don't help," commented Devon shining his light on the culprit windows.

"Can't blame whoever it is for starting a fire to keep warm. There. There's the stairs." Sam led the way to the far corner of the building and up the metal staircase. Their echoing footsteps announced their arrival long before they reached the top.

As Sam turned into the upper space his attention was drawn to the source of the flickering light. A large metal barrel turned into an improvised fire pit stood in a corner where two walls helped contain the heat. Around the fire six men huddled on assorted chairs and dirty mattresses.

The group glared at the officers not appreciating the intrusion. Sam was able to see they were all black and all between 18 and about 24. He decided to approach the situation in same way they had approached the nine other citizens they had aided that night.

"Greetings, guys, sorry to interrupt. We were just checking to ensure the fire was contained safely."

One of the men snapped, "How'd you know about our fire?"

Devon pointed to the half boarded window, "The light was visible through there."

The one who spoke tugged on the sleeve of another, "Block that out." He was instantly obeyed.

Sam saw nothing to keep the two officers there, "Okay, as long as everything is safe here, we'll be leaving. Please make sure the fire is out before you go, alright?"

"Sure thing, officer. Safety first."

"Great, have a save night and keep warm, boys."

The response to that was immediate and swift. "What you call us? Eh, honkey, what you call us?!" the spokesman for the group reared up and pulled a gun from his pocket. Two other guns appeared. The small group rapidly deployed to surround Sam and Devon.

"Hey, hey, hey. Everyone calm down. I didn't mean anything by that. I call everyone younger than me 'boy'. Nothing racial about it."

Devon found his voice, "That's true. He calls me 'boy' all the time."

The leader moved closer, "I don't believe you. You was trying to put us down 'cause we're black and we don't like that. No, sirree, we don't like that one bit. Cops is all the same."

Reaching for his gun, Sam tried backing up to the stairwell but was stopped by a gun in his back. Needlessly the armed teen demanded, "Don't move!" Sam and Devon both obeyed the next command to raise their hands. When they had done so they were relieved of their guns. 

"Alright, guys, sorry my meaning was misunderstood but there is no reason to make things worse. Holding us at gunpoint is taking this from a misunderstanding to a criminal offense. Let's just back off and talk calmly," Sam said.

But the young men were not in the mood to be reasonable. The leader replied, "Fuck no, you guys came here to cause trouble and trouble you found."

"You tell 'em, Ten-J. You tell them true."

Ten-J flashed a bright white smile at his gang and then turned that smile to Sam and Devon ignoring their protests, "So, what should we do with a couple of racist cops, huh?"

The gang members shouted a variety of suggestions that, to the dismay of the officers, included 'Shoot 'em' and 'Hang them'. 

'Oh fuck,' Sam said to himself, 'Now what?' Out loud he managed, "Now, wait, let's not go off half-cocked..." 'Where did 'half-cocked' come from? That's something Dad would say.'

But the mention of cock presented Ten-J with an idea of what to do with his captives. He smirked and said to his crew, "No, we ain't going to kill them. We goin' to do worse. Much worse." 

"What's worse then killin' them?" asked a fellow with a quiet voice.

"Keepin' them alive after we teach them their place. Strip 'em!"

Once again both officers protested but once again their protests were ignored. Multiple hands tore at their clothing removing first jackets, and then shirts followed by Kevlar vests and t-shirts. This actually took a good deal of time as the officers struggled and fought. The struggling was halved when someone discovered plastic restraints in their utility belts. With hands bound behind their backs, Sam and Devon were almost helpless to prevent their boots, socks, and pants being yanked from their bodies. Almost helpless -- as each landed a few well placed kicks.

Those kicks increased the anger of the recipients which in turn fuelled the others. Ten-J stood to the side laughing as he watched the two policemen trying to prevent the inevitable. Once Sam and Devon wore only their underwear -- white cotton jockeys for Sam, brightly coloured boxers for Devon -- Ten-J ordered them to their knees. Neither complied. 

Ten-J glowered at them but spoke to someone else, "Whisp, teach these guys to follow orders."

Sudden, intense pain on the back of his knees caused Sam to crumble forward. He looked at Devon in time to witness his partner getting the same treatment -- a board to the back of his legs. Devon also crumbled to the floor.

"So, every time you don't do what you're told, Whisper there will hit the other one with his board. Whisper likes hitting people with his board, don't you, Whisp?"

Whisper moved to Ten-J's side so he could be seen and softly said, "Yeah, I do, Ten." The softness of his voice was the obvious source of his nickname.

Ten-J bent down to make eye contact with his captives, "Clear, suckers?" Both nodded. "I don't hear you. I said 'Clear'." 

"Clear!" was the response.

"Good pigs. Now guess what's going to happen to you, little piglet." The epithet was directed at Devon.

"Uh... I think... you mean to ... you're going to rape us?"

"Smart man. No question about it, piglet. By the time you leave here you're goin' wish we killed you." He spoke to another fellow who was holding the patrol car's fob, "Travon, go bring their car into the building. No sense advertising their whereabouts until we're finished."

Once again Sam tried to use logic and reason, "Guys... Ten-J, don't do anything more and you won't end up in prison. You know..."

"Okay, grandpa pig, since you like to flap your lips flap them around this." Ten-J pulled open his jeans and freed his cock from his boxers. Stepping forward, he brushed his cock head against Sam's mouth. Sam tightened his lips refusing entry. 

Suddenly, Devon cried out in pain. Whisper had struck him on his elbow and was lining up another blow. Sam opened his mouth; Ten-J pushed his cock head in.

Ten-J was a rich milk chocolate colour about 5'7" with a slender build. His cock was darker and was out of proportion with his build. Only semi-hard, it was already a good 7 inches with a very large, mushroom-like head. Sam stretched his mouth to accommodate the huge head. Ten-J pushed further until his cock hit the back of Sam's mouth. Sam gasped for air. His assailant pulled back so Sam could breathe. He pushed forward again this time even further. 

Sam was convinced his attacker meant to strangle him. When Ten-J pulled out, Sam was astonished to see the cock had grown to at least 11 inches. He had never seen a cock that big. He had read about cocks that size in Penthouse Forum letters, but had always dismissed those claims. Now he could personally attest to the veracity. Sam was astonished he could be thinking like that as he was being sexually assaulted, but that's where his brain took him. 

"Go ahead, use the piglet, Arnie." Ten-J said to someone. Devon must have resisted because Whisper's board made sharp and painful contact just under Sam's shoulder blades. The force drove him deeper onto Ten-J's weapon.

Devon, reluctant to cause his partner further distress, opened his mouth to allow Arnie access. Arnie was several inches taller than Ten-Jay and out-weighed him by a good fifty pounds, but his cock measured only 8" in length. It measured three inches in diameter. Devon swore he felt his jaw dislocate.

Ten-J, Arnie and the entire gang enjoyed the gasps, gurgles, gags and whines from their two victims. It seemed to urge them on. The other four had loosed their cocks from their pants and were wagging them in front of the two officers. Taunting them with pledges to stuff these cocks down their throats too.

Sam considered biting the cock in his mouth and tentatively scraped it with his teeth. It was as if Ten-J read Sam's mind and forestalled any such action. Ten-J smacked the older man on the side of his head. "Try that again and I'll turn Whisp loose with his board on the piglet's head. Understood?" 

Sam meekly nodded his head and returned to sucking Ten-J's cock, careful to keep his teeth away from the sensitive organ. Ten-J, in turn, increased the rate and depth of his pumps into the officer's mouth.

Sam could hear Devon's struggles with the cock in his mouth wishing there was a way of protecting the younger man. He could think of nothing. Nothing, but submitting to prevent greater harm.

Ten-J's breathing increased and his body tightened. Sam knew he was about to cum and he had no intention of swallowing that load. He tried to pull off the cock but, Sam's hair too short to allow a good grip, Ten-J took hold of his ears, and held his head in place. 

Ten-J announced to all, "Goin' to cum in the pig's mouth!" And he did. With the head just behind Sam's teeth the thug shot his load. 

Sam could feel the hot, gooey cum coat his tongue and back of his throat. There was so much of it, Sam's original intent of holding it in his mouth then spitting it out failed as he automatically swallowed. He could feel the slime slipping down his throat, mentally gagging at the thought.

Arnie shouted, "I'm cumming!" and blew his load in Devon's mouth. Because Arnie was deeper in Devon's mouth the young officer did not taste his assailant's cum but was no less humiliated for that.

Ten-J pulled out of Sam's mouth with an audible 'pop'. "Next!" he called. Arnie copied him.

Immediately two others replaced them. Sam did not need to look up to identify his attacker. Whisper was so dark a brown as to be truly black and the cock hanging from his pants was darker still, plus Whisper's board plunked down beside its owner's leg. Sam noted the cock before him was shorter than Ten-J's at approximately 9 inches but still a formidable size.

Whisper was the group's 'enforcer' for a reason. He was brutal. With a single thrust, he rammed his cock into Sam's mouth all the way to the balls. Sam's nose was crammed against the thug's taut lower abdomen and his throat over-filled with cock. The cop began to gasp for air and struggle to free himself. Whisper paid no attention, making small pushes forward. 

Thankfully, Sam heard Ten-J admonish Whisper, "Hey, Whisp, let the man breathe." No change. "Whisp, you gotta pull back some." No change. "You're choking him, man, pull back, man! We're not trying to kill them!" No change from Whisper. "Pull out now, MARVIN!"

"Don't call me that!" retorted Whisper in a soft voice.

"Well then pull back now or I'll take that board to you! Understand?"

Whisper looked down as if in surprise to see the cop struggling for air. He yanked his cock out as unceremoniously as he had rammed it in. 

Sam coughed and sputtered, gratefully drawing in air.

Ten-J pushed Whisper out of the way, stood in front of Sam and announce, "Get this straight, everyone, we are not trying to kill these guys. We are trying to teach them their place. Nobody, and I mean nobody, does anything like that again or there will be trouble. Understood?" There were murmurs of agreement. "Now, you Whisper, you go to the back of the line and if you do that again I'll make sure everyone calls you Marvin from now on. Got it?"

Whisper shuffled away reluctantly.

"You okay, man?" Ten-J asked of Sam. Sam nodded. "Alright then, NEXT!"

If Sam thought Ten-J would end it he was sadly mistaken as Travon moved into place, cock at the ready. As Travon moved in Sam caught a flash and a quiet click. 'Fuck they're taking photos.' Sam thought, and then, 'Good they're taking photos -- evidence! Evidence of me and Devon sucking cock -- shit and damn.'

Travon was gentler than Whisper but face-fucked Sam with a good deal of enthusiasm. Repeatedly he rammed forward and slowly pulled back. Sam did his best to squeeze down on Travon's cock hoping he could make the thug cum faster. And that apparently worked. Travon sighed, pushed forward and froze. Sam sensed, rather than tasted, cum flowing over his tonsils into his gullet. 

"This pig gives better head than my bitch," Travon announced to the crew. He laughed, "You should be proud, man."

Sam felt a surge of pride at this accomplishment before realizing what the compliment was about. He shook his head as the next cock appeared in his field of vision. Another long thick chocolate-coloured log. Another cock to service. Again he tried to get the fellow off as quickly as possible. This one exploded just behind his teeth so Sam tasted every drop of the warm sticky cum.

'Okay, that's three. I've done my share. We're done,' he thought just as a fourth cock appeared. 'Not fair. Isn't the kid doing some of these?' Sam had forgotten these were all young men able to recover their hard ons quickly and who were fuelled by testosterone. All six thugs used both officers; and then...

"I'm back," taunted Ten-J shoving his large cock head into Sam's gaping mouth. 

Indeed, several came back for repeat performances. Sam lost count at fourteen.

And then once again, Ten-J's recognizable cock appeared. Sam sighed in exasperation. "Oh, relax, grandpa pig, you just need to get it hard this time. I have other plans."

Sam thought, 'Good just get it hard...No, wait, what other plans? Oh, fuck, not that!' 

And 'that' was exactly what Ten-J had in mind. He pulled out of Sam's mouth, told a couple of guys to bring over the mattresses, and yanked Sam from the floor. The officer was pushed face down onto a smelly mattress, his ass up in the air. He felt cold hard steel on his lower back. The knife slid down, catching the waistband of his briefs and sliced the elastic. The blade continued down his ass cutting the cotton briefs from his body. The knife wielder laughed as he tore the shreds of cloth from Sam's naked body.

There was a soft thud next to Sam and Devon was deposited beside him. Same position and equally naked. They looked at each other trying to convey messages of hope, or strength, or desperation to the other -- unsuccessfully it turned out.

Ten-J took the lead and positioned himself directly behind Sam. "Nice ass for an old geezer. Betcha he's a virgin. That right, grandpa pig?" Sam could only nod an affirmative. He could think of nothing that would save his virgin ass. Ten-J continued, "Give me some of that stuff."

Sam was confused as to what 'stuff' referred to until he felt something cold and slippery sliding down his ass crack. 'Thank God, he's using lubricant.' Sam thought, followed by, "Shit, he's using lubricant. HE's going to do IT. Fucking hell.'

Ten-J smeared the lotion on his cock and then, using a finger, pushed some into Sam's ass. He got it in as far as the first knuckle before declaring to all, "Yeah, man, a real tight virgin. Haven't had a virgin for sometime. Of course, never had a virgin cop." Patting Sam on the back, "You're my first, virgin cop, old man. Aren't you lucky?"

Sam wasn't feeling lucky. There had been a slight pain with the finger insertion but no more that a prostate exam. He dreaded what would follow; that huge mushroom shaped cock head would be entering his ass and that would hurt.

Positioned shoulder to shoulder, Sam could feel Devon tense when his ass, also virgin, was similarly fingered.

Ten-J rubbed his cock along Sam's ass crack passing over the puckered opening a couple of times before positioning it directly on Sam's ass hole. He paused for a moment and then pushed forward. 

That huge head split Sam's hole and he groaned in pain despite himself. As more cock entered the pain intensified. Sam yowled, "Fucking hell! Take it out! Take it out!" He was instantly ashamed at his weakness in front of Devon but he could not help it.

Immediately after, Devon also yelled his pain at being entered. To Sam's shame he did not plead, he groaned and moaned into the dirty mattress and accepted his fate. 'Strong, kid,' Sam thought.

Ten-J bottomed out, his balls slapping against Sam's. "All the way in. You're truly fucked, grandpa. Like it?" Sam did not dignify that with a response. "You'll get used to it, well, by the time we are all done screwing your ass you will be." Ten-J laughed as he slowly pulled back. 

Sam felt that huge mushroom head as it made its way back through his bowels. It hurt the entire way. Sam dreaded the return trip anticipating excruciating pain.

Ten-J stopped with his cock head just inside Sam's entrance. There was a pause before he plunged back in, and, as Sam anticipated, the pain was intense. Ten-J experienced the whole thing differently, of course. For the young thug the tight ass provided an incredible sensation. Tight and warm it felt like the cop's ass was made for Ten-J's cock and Ten-J meant to enjoy that ass as long as he could. To achieve this he slowed down and pushed in and then pulled out with deliberate strokes.

Without realizing it Ten-J was giving Sam more pleasurable sensations. With each withdrawal Ten-J's big mushroom head dragged against Sam's prostate. Each drag reduced the pain; Sam felt a shiver of delight causing his balls to tingle and his cock to jump. It did not take long for his cock to reach its fullest. And that scared Sam. 'What the hell? ... I am NOT enjoying this. ... I am not. ... I refuse to believe I'm enjoying this,' he thought to himself. Unfortunately for his resolve, just as he thought that last thought, Ten-J rubbed against his prostate and Sam tingled and moaned silently to himself with pleasure. 'OH, shit! This is starting to feel so good. Whatever that kid is doing he is doing well.' Sam was thankful to be in the position he was; his cock was trapped between his abdomen and his thighs, invisible to those around him.


New Year's Eve Patrol Ch. 02



The next evening's shift, New Year's Day, started with both Sergeant Sam Stillwell and Constable Devon Schmuland acting as though nothing had happened the night before. 

This was made easier because there was more active police work happening this night. As their shift moved to an end, they had investigated three suspicious activity complaints, two drunk and disorderlies, four suspected drunk drivers, and two domestic violence calls. The final call had been another suspicious activity call. This one was actually two teenagers making out in their car; actually not making out but screwing their brains out. Sam and Devon dragged the two out of the car and read them the riot act about lewd and lascivious behaviour in public before letting them dress and leave.

"Well, that was interesting," Sam remarked. "Did you get a load of the tits on her?"

Devon chuckled and nodded before saying, "Did you get a look at the dick on that kid? Nice, huh?"

Sam faced his partner, still despite the night's frigid air, before responding, "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

Devon smiled and nodded, "You want to warm up some street people again?"

"Damn right. My asshole's been twitching all night. I could use some cock right now. Some big, black cock rammed up my hole. How about you?"

"Shit, yeah. All night I've been thinking about last night. In fact, when I got home last night I was so horny I fucked my girlfriend twice before I could sleep."

Sam laughed out loud, "Me too. I fucked my wife three times and, when she begged off a fourth, I jacked off in the bathroom thinking about those guys using me... us, like that. And you, you with that cock of yours in me. All night I've wanted to drag you into the back seat and force you to do it again. Fuck me again."

"You wouldn't have to force me. I loved fucking your ass and having you suck me off. You want to do that now? Or should we see if the guys are there again tonight?"

"Don't take this the wrong way but I want those guys to use me first."

"Fair enough. Let's go!"

It was a five-minute drive during which Sam pawed his crotch and squeezed young Devon's throughout. Devon, who was driving tonight, pulled up next to the abandoned auto body shop where they had been raped the night before and stopped the engine. There was no sign of occupants. "Damn," cursed Devon.

"Don't give up yet. Remember they covered that window. Hopefully, they are there again. If not, I have ass, you have cock, we'll find something to do." They locked their guns in the trunk. Sam led the way into the building. Silence. The officers climbed the metal staircase in the corner, hoping against hope.

As Sam turned the corner into the upper room, the silence was shattered with hoots and cheers from the gang.

Ten-J's voice spoke over the din, "See, I toldya they'd be here. Welcome, piggies!"

Sam felt himself turn red. It was embarrassing that his conversion from 100% straight cop to predictable cock whore was so apparent he was expected.

Before approaching the group Sam spoke, "Okay, yes, we are here. And, yes, we are here to get fucked again but, first..."

Ten-J filled the gap, "Yeah, but first...?"

Sam looked pointedly at his watch, "First, in half an hour we need to radio in, and second, we have only an hour after that before we have to leave. Agreed?"

Ten-J glanced around at his crew before responding, "Agreed. So get those pale white asses over here so we can get started." Sam and Devon started unbuttoning their shirts. "Freeze, there, piggies! Tonight, just drop your pants and undies to your knees. And then drop to your hands and knees on the mattresses."

The officers complied immediately. Because their legs were pinned by their pants neither could spread their legs nor open their asses.

Around them the six gang members shucked their clothes, except their shoes and socks, it was a cold cement floor after all.

Sam, despite himself, admired the naked torsos of their assailants; last night he had only seen their cocks. Trim, taut, muscled young black men. With big black cocks. He was going to enjoy this.

Ten-J positioned himself behind Sam; Travon behind Devon. Together they counted down from five and, simultaneously, they rammed their cocks in their victims' assholes. No spreading of legs, no opening of assholes, No lube, no loosening up. Just forcing their way in.

Both officers bellowed in pain. The group laughed.

"Well and truly screwed, you are, piggies. Enjoy the feeling of cock up your tight asses, do you?" taunted Ten-J as he rammed more of his long cock with the huge head up Sam's guts.

Taking advantage of the officers' open mouths, Arnie and Enzo thrust their rigid cocks in for blowjobs. 

Skewered at both ends, Sam and Devon enjoyment increased. 

Travon blew his load quickly and was replaced at Devon's ass by Whisper who had not learned gentleness overnight. Enzo painted Sam's tonsils shortly thereafter, and Travon crammed his sticky cum and ass covered cock in Sam's mouth. Before last night that would have repulsed the older officer, tonight he savoured the taste.

The game of musical fuck holes continued. The only hole not in play was Sam's. Ten-J was doing his best to not blow a load up the cop's channel. He really enjoyed fucking that hole.

Twenty-nine minutes in, Ten-J pulled out and ordered everyone to stop. "Okay, grandpa pig, make your radio call."

Sam reached for his shoulder radio and click on, "Car 496 to Dispatch." There was a brief silence, then "Dispatch to Car 496 continue."

Sam felt something cold and hard at his asshole but he continued with his call, "Dispatch, Car 496 reporting end of shift. Weeeeee!" Sam produced a squealing sound instead of the word 'we'. 

Dispatch sounded startled, "What the hell was that, Car 496?"

Sam grunted before regaining his composure, "Sorry, Dispatch, my partner dumped some snow down my shirt."

Devon looked at Sam, startled at that accusation. He looked further back and identified the 'problem'; Ten-J had chosen the beginning of Sam's report as the perfect time to shove Sam's nightstick in its owner's ass. Devon chuckled.

With more night-stick working its way up his ass, Sam continued, "Sorry, Dispatch, as I started to say: We are taking sometime to grab some food and to debrief this shift before coming in. We will be there in about an hour."

"Ten-four, 496, and watch those snow balls, Schmuland," laughing heartily the dispatcher disconnected.

Sam looked over his shoulder at Ten-J, "You did that on purpose..."

"Damn, right, I did. You didn't say we couldn't use you while you were on your radio. We took the cocks out of your mouth at least." 

Sam acknowledged that before saying, "On with the show. One hour to use and abuse us." He paused, "Speaking of which, how much of that stick is up there?"

Ten-J hesitated then asked, "Jamin, you're good with numbers." Sam felt Ten-J's fingers loop around the stick at his ass entry and then pull the entire stick out. "How much is this?"

Jamin pondered, "Oh, I'd say 'bout 2/3 of it. Don't know how many inches, though."

Sam did some quick calculations: 24 inches in total less about 6.5 inches for the handle and end means 17.5 inches two thirds would be ... 11 or 12 inches. So, just about the same size as Ten-J's cock give or take. The difference being the nightstick is a solid piece of nylon-fibreglass without the give of a cock. He sighed deeply as the nightstick re-entered his body. This time it didn't stop until the handle smacked Sam in the ass.

'Oh my God, 17 inches up my ass,' Sam thought.

"Wow," exclaimed Ten-J and Jamin together. "Cool."

"Can I have one of those?"

"No, Whisper, I cannot get you one of those," Sam replied emphatically. The idea of Whisper with a weapon like that scared Sam. 

The nightstick was repeatedly driven in and out of Sam's ass bumping across his prostate each time. And Sam did not like what was about to happen. His cock erupted. Because of his kneeling position he spewed cum up into his t-shirt. "Ew," he moaned.

"What? What ew?" asked the ever-curious Enzo.

"The copper shot his wad while being fucked with that stick thing. It's all over the inside of his shirt." 

The laughter humiliated Sam. He even caught Devon's snickers.

"Well, damn! I wanted to make him cum first," Ten-J yanked the stick from Sam, causing Sam to growl in pain, and replaced it with his cock. He plunged all the way to his balls and then pulled out all the way. He repeated this many times urging Sam to blow another one.

The assault was quite stimulating for Sam but he wasn't sure he could cum again so quickly. He was 47 after all and last night, here and at home, he had cum seven or more times.

But, once again, Ten-J settled into a rhythm and found that spot that caused Sam to tighten his ass around his cock. And Ten-J stimulated the hell out of Sam's prostate.

Sam announced, after several minutes, "I'm cumming, again. You're making me cum again." Sam was pleased to be able to please Ten-J this way and smiled when he felt his fucker shot a load in him. 

Ten-J reached around and took hold of the twitching cock and, sure enough, Sam shot a second load between shirt and abdomen. Ten-J pulled out and said, "Good enough. Who's next?"

Whisper pushed in, roughly, and pounded Sam for all he was worth.

Devon's ass, meanwhile, was entertaining Jamin after Arnie, Travon and Enzo used his ass, but the younger officer had not yet shot a load and Jamin reached around to pound Devon's pud at the same rate he was his ass. Ass and cock stimulation brought Devon to the point of no return. "Oh, cumming. CUMMING! Ohhhh..."

Devon's ample load shot all over the front of his uniform shirt – rich white cream against the dark blue fabric witness to the event.

For the next twenty minutes the two officers' asses and mouths were used repeatedly by the horny young gang members. Both were filled front and back with hot, sticky, steamy cum. And both relished that sensation.

Ten-J announced to all, "Times up. Let 'em go." Everyone backed away after wiping cocks on faces and asses of their 'victims'.

Both officers were still hard and their cocks dripping. 

Ten-J took hold of Devon's cock and pulled him over to his partner's ass, "Go for it, piglet. Fuck grandpa's ass again. Cum up his ass."

Devon had been looking forward to doing just that and entered the swollen hole enthusiastically. With the encouragement of all, including Sam, he hammered away, slapping his balls against Sam's with his efforts.

Arnie took up position behind Devon and entered the young cop on the backstroke and proceeded to drive Devon into his partner even more forcefully.

Devon loved the sensation. Ass on his cock and cock in his ass. Enzo joined in ramming his cock into Devon's mouth. Ten-J shoved his big-headed cock into Sam's mouth and face fucked with abandoned. Devon reached out and began stroking Jamin in one hand and Travon in the other. Whisper feeling left out knelt beside Sam and placed his cock in Sam's hand. It was awkward for Sam, getting fucked doggy-style to use one hand to masturbate Whisper and keep his balance, but he managed. 

Devon blasted off into Sam first, followed by Whisper, Enzo, Arnie, Jamin, Travon, Sam and, finally, Ten-J.

The exhausted men separated and managed to catch their breath. There was cum over both officers and on their 'attackers.'

Sam and Devon were directed to lick the cum off the hot, sweaty bodies of the gang. They did this with enthusiasm loving the salty taste of sweat and cum. When all were clean, Ten-J pushed Sam's face into Devon's chest ordering him to clean the cum off Devon's shirt.

When he finished he rather hoped Devon would have to clean the cum off of Sam's shirt and belly. No such luck. In fact, Ten-J smeared it further making sure it covered most of Sam's shirt and belly. Sam accepted his fate with grace – primarily because he had no choice, he was definitely not in command here. 

The two cops began to redress but Ten-J stopped them. Using the same sharp knife used last knife, he cut the underwear foffboth men. "In future when you come here, come commando unless we tell you otherwise, understood?"

Both nodded and, at a sign from Ten-J, pulled up their uniform pants. As expected the pants were dusty from the floor. What was not expected there were spots of cum also. The cum stains increased as hands rubbed the officers' asses and crotches ensuring cum was spread around well.

Sam and Devon stood passively as they were humiliated in this fashion. And they both enjoyed it. They enjoyed the feeling of other men's cum seeping from their asses and staining their pants for all to see. They enjoyed the masculine smell that wafted up.

The smell increased in the heated, confined space of the patrol car as they drove to the police garage. Reluctantly they opened all the windows for the last few miles so their essence would dissipate somewhat.

They went to the locker room by back routes to avoid having to make awkward explanations to their fellow officers. Once in the locker room, they were relatively safe as they missed the shift change crowd but there were a number of men just finishing workouts. 

Sam undressed at his locker right next to one of those men. As he pulled off his shirt, his back to the fellow, his cum-smeared chest sent out waves of 'eau du cum'. The officer, who Sam did not know well, wrinkled his nose and inhaled deeply several times. As Sam bent to remove his pants, again his locker neighbour inhaled deeply. Sam stuffed his uniform in his locker and pulled out a towel trying to make a quick get away to the showers. 

"Must have been one hell of a shift, Sergeant," the officer remarked as he pulled on his socks.

Sam muttered a non-response and hurried to the showers. Fortunately only he and Devon were there; unfortunately, they could not help getting hard looking at each other and remembering the night.

Long, hot showers removed most of the evidence and a quick scan of each other to ensure neither was leaking more cum. Once satisfied they passed muster they returned to the lockers. 

Oddly, Sam's neighbour was still dressing. He took a deep inhale and was disappointed he smelled only soap. Sam avoided eye contact, dressed hurriedly, stuffed his ruined uniform in his gym bag, and bolted from the room. He stopped at his office, his cubicle actually, where the shift commander intercepted him. 

"Sam, glad I caught you," just then Devon passed by, "Oh, Schmuland, join us." Sam and Devon glanced nervously at each other. Had they been caught out? "Glad you are both here, I can tell you together. Sam, you go back to your regular duties tomorrow. Schmuland, we have found you a regular partner for the remainder of your orientation period. Constable Wendy Phan will be working with you. She is stationed out of West Division so you will be out of West for the remainder of your orientation time. Hope that isn't too much of a hassle for you?"

Devon keep disappointment out of his voice as he acknowledged the commander, "No, sir, not at all, sir. I look forward to meeting Constable Phan."

"A very competent officer. Ten years experience. So, you'll meet her at West at the start of your shift tomorrow night. And, Sam, you'll be back behind the front desk tomorrow as usual. Thank you for filling in so quickly. I'm sure, Schmuland was able to learn a lot under your tutelage." The commander laughed at his own pseudo-joke.

Devon, looking directly into Sam's eyes, "Oh, I did, sir. I learned more than I ever thought I could learn in such a short time. Thank you, Sergeant, for everything. I will miss our patrols."

Sam smiled, "Me, too, Constable, uh, Devon, I will really miss our patrols together."

"Wow, so, good you two bonded so quickly. I wish all partners did. Anyway, that's all I had to say so I got to get going. What is that smell? Cleaners using too much bleach?" With that the shift commander left. 

Sam and Devon looked down at their gym bags and began laughing. The officers around them popped their heads out to ask what was so funny.

"Inside joke. You had to be there."

Sam wanted to hug Devon and give him a deep kiss, but there were far too many witnesses. Instead he winked and gave a smile. Devon responded the same. The two parted reluctantly.

Sam went home and fucked his wife four times while envisioning cocks rammed up his ass and down his mouth.

As he lay down to sleep he contemplated his future without Devon beside him. What would he do? And with whom could he share the experience.



New Year's Eve Patrol Ch. 03



The following day, back at his usual post, Sam Stillwell was restless. 

He pondered all day whether he should go back to the gang's hangout. He was nervous. How would he be received without Devon? Would he be received without Devon? 

And he was nervous about going without Devon. Even though he knew Devon had no more control than he in the situation he would feel safer with Devon there.

Sam just could not sit still. He read through the reports he had to vet but didn't really absorb much. He found himself pacing his 'territory' behind the front desk looking over the shoulders of the officers and recruits dealing with those reporting crimes. This was so unusual for Sam to do all his colleagues wondered what was up.

Sam would pace then return to his cubicle, and repeated that process throughout the shift. Part of the difficulty was every time he sat down his asshole would twitch and remind Sam of the cocks the gang rammed, and would ram again tonight, up his hole.

Sam told himself he did not have to go. No one was forcing him to drive over to that building after his shift ended. No one. But the reality was someone was forcing Sam. Sam was forcing Sam. Sam needed cock up his ass. He needed to be used and abused. He needed to be dominated by those young men. He needed the feeling of someone else being in control of Sam.

Straight Sam recognized he wanted, even needed, those young gang members to use and abuse him sexually. The very thought got him excited and the more he thought of that the more his cock hardened. Sam sat behind his desk until his cock softened and he was presentable, and could resume his pacing until his cock hardened again and he once again escaped to his cubicle. Several of those he was overseeing noticed his stiffened cock and it generated discussions amongst them. 

Finally, the clock indicated the end of shift. Sam bolted for the locker room to prepare himself for his gangbang. Sam needed to remove his underwear and hoped to do so discretely. He stripped off his uniform pants and his underwear when his locker neighbour arrived. 

This fellow had smelled cum on Sam the other night and now he was witness to his odd behaviour. He watched Sam closely as the latter pulled on his uniform pants sans his tighty-whiteys. He tilted his head like a puzzled dog and then said in a stage whisper, "Interesting. Very interesting."

Sam turned toward him and started to give a smart aleck reply before stopping himself. He did not owe him any explanation. In fact, he couldn't even remember his name. The fellow's nametag read 'Oosterhus' and, although Sam recalled they had met and passed in the halls occasionally, it meant nothing. Besides Sam was focussed on getting to the gang's hangout and having his ass royally reamed. He zipped his pants, fastened his belt, and bolted off in search of his night of pleasure – his night of being used.

Oosterhus watched him go, and smiled to himself knowingly.

Sam broke one or two traffic laws as he sped to the abandoned auto body shop. As usual there was no sign of life about the place. Sam quietly climbed the metal stairs and turned into the large space at the top.

"Stop! Strip!" a voice commanded from the far side. 

Sam stopped and began removing his uniform immediately, his cock hardening instantly in anticipation.

"Where is the other one? The piglet?" demanded the voice with some frustration. Sam explained Devon's transfer and conflicting shifts as he continued stripping. There was a whispered conversation Sam could not make out. "Well, damn," said the voice. "Get your sorry ass over here."

Sam moved closer and, as he did so, noticed there was something different about the space. Before he could determine what the difference was, he was ordered to kneel on the mattress next to the fire barrel with his head down. 

There was some snickering before something hard and cold was pressed on his asshole. Unlubricated there was a good deal of pain as it entered Sam's ass. Sam yelped and groaned as the object continued into his bowels. After about eight or nine thick inches were embedded inside Sam the inward pressure ceased.

A hand pushed Sam's face into the mattress and ordered, "Don't move. Stay just like that."

And Sam stayed just like that. And he didn't move. And he waited for the next order. 

And he waited.

And he waited. 

After ten, maybe fifteen, minutes, Sam raised his head slightly, listening carefully. He heard nothing. Lifting his head more he scanned his immediate surroundings. And saw no one.

He shivered and realized what was different. The fire, which had been roaring the last two times he was here, was barely noticeable tonight and, apparently, had died out while Sam waited. 

Sam rose to his feet. The object in his ass made that action painful. A more careful survey of the space revealed he was alone.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed, confused. This was not the way the night was supposed to go. Was everyone so disappointed Devon wasn't there they had left?

Sam took a few steps before reaching around and withdrawing whatever was protruding from his ass. It popped free and Sam studied it in closely through the gloom. "What the fuck?" he repeated. This time addressing what appeared to be a miniature plastic baseball bat, like the one he bought for his son when the boy was four.

"What the fuck is going on here?" he demanded of the empty room in frustration, and flung the toy as hard as he could.

Feeling embarrassed and angry, as well as chilled, Sam stomped over to where his clothes lay. On top of the pile a piece of paper and an open padlock had been placed. With difficulty in the faint light, Sam read the note:

"Grandpa pig and Piglet, Break is over. We won't be here. Don't come here anymore. We will call grandpa pig's number when you're wanted."

Another hand had added: "Padlock the door when you leave."

Sam shook with rage as he stood there, naked, reading this harsh dismissal of his sexual services. "Rape me, abuse me, use me then throw me away, will you. I. Don't. Think. So. Punks!" he shouted. He continued shouting what he would do to the gang when he got the opportunity as he dressed. But he padlocked the door at the bottom of the stairs as requested.

Sitting in his car, he texted Devon the contents of the note and expressed his anger. 

Devon texted back: "Shit! And Damn!"

That seemed to sum up the whole thing so Sam made his way home. He was so angry he could not relax. His wife thought they were going to have the wild, abandoned sex they had the last two nights but Sam pleaded a headache and tried to sleep. Unsuccessfully. 

Sam reported for work the next day still seething and still running revenge scenarios in his head. He snarled at the first few people who tried greeting him. Everyone backed off and gave him his space speaking to him only when absolutely necessary. Sam attempted to focus on work. Unsuccessfully. 

Until his desk phone rang for the first time. Suddenly Sam's mood shifted. 'They're calling!' he said to himself, 'Ten-J's calling me!' 

But it wasn't the gang. 

After the call, Sam had to face something. He might have been angry but he was still turned on. The possibility of getting together with the gang for more fucking made his asshole tingle; and his frame of mind change. 

Because the note said they would phone.

Every time the desk phone rang for the next four days Sam went through that rollercoaster of emotional responses. He also got an erection every time that phone rang which made for some interesting face-to-face meetings with subordinates talking to Sam when the phone did ring.

On the fifth day, Sam finished his daily activities report and was about to use overtime to leave early for the day when a young officer from the front desk knocked on the cubicle wall. 

"Sarge, there is a fellow to see you. Name's... uh... Jackson... uh... Tennyson Jackson. Says its personal."

Sam thought, 'Who the hell is Tennyson Jackson?' Before he could voice that question aloud, it struck him – Tennyson Jackson – Ten-J! His asshole contracted and his cock hardened. 

He exploded off his chair and quickly brushed passed the officer. He scanned the waiting room but couldn't see the short thug he expected among those waiting. As he turned to ask where Tennyson Jackson was, he caught a glimpse of a young, slightly built, black man looking expectantly at him. 

Sam tried to rectify his memory of Ten-J, with his baggy pants slung low on his ass, over-sized t-shirt and hoody, with this fellow. Dark grey wool slacks, buttoned down burgundy dress shirt and matching tie looking every bit a respectable young professional. He hesitantly extended a hand and said professionally, "Mr Jackson, what can I do for you?"

"Sergeant Stillwell, I wonder if I could have a couple of minutes. I have a favour to ask of you." Definitely Ten-J's voice. Totally different tone.

Maintaining his professional demeanour, Sam thought, 'Yes, you can fuck me with that huge cock of yours. Right here in front of everyone!' but he replied, "Certainly." He asked the commissionaire who monitored non-police matters at the front desk, "Is there a quiet room available?" A momentary pause and he was told which room they could use.

Sam led the way to Quiet Room 2 down a short corridor. He ushered Ten-J in and closed the door. "These rooms are used for grieving relatives and the like so we won't be disturbed here. There are no cameras or microphones. What favour can I do for you?" He started undoing his belt in anticipation of being fucked.

Ten-J chuckled then held up a hand to stop Sam, "Nothing like that, Sergeant. As I said I have a favour to ask. I have applied for a job in the IT department here at Police Headquarters and have an interview on Wednesday. And I wondered if..."

Sam was thrown for a loop, "You want me to give you a job reference?" he asked in amazement.

Ten-J's laugh was hearty, "Hardly. ... How would that go?" he said sarcastically, adopting a deep, professional voice, "So, Sergeant Stillwell, how long have you known the candidate?" Ten-J answered himself in a close approximation of Sam's voice, "Two days, sir. Each time I was naked and the candidate was fucking my ass. But he did it very well."

Sam laughed at the absurdity of that, "What favour can I do then?"

"I was hoping you would be able to introduce me to someone in IT who could answer some questions so I'm better prepared for the interview."

Sam considered the request but then became practical, "You know you can't work here with a criminal record..."

"Naturally, I ... oh, wait, you think I have a criminal record? Where did you get that idea?"

Sam was stumped by that response. He explained, "Well, you belong to a street gang and more often than not there are criminal activities involved in that lifestyle."

Ten-J's rich brown eyes opened wide. "Street gang? You think we're a street gang? Why? Because we're black and we hang out in an abandoned building? You ARE racist, grandpa pig!"

"I am NOT racist but the evidence of my own eyes... I mean, you guys pulled guns on us and raped us. What else I am to think."

Ten-J laughed again, "I suppose based solely on those two nights, you might make that assumption but... First of all, only one of the guns is real. The other two are toys. And the real one didn't have any bullets in it."

"Say what!? You mean to tell me we allowed ourselves to be held at gunpoint and be gang raped with toys and an empty gun?" Sam was huffing with indignation at the thought. "I can't ... I..."

"That's right. As you say: 'You allowed yourselves.' Neither of you really put up much of a fight to stop us, not really. Did you? And that second night, there were no guns in sight, right? As for the guns, real and toy, you know the neighbourhood we were in. We just got the guns for show to warn any troublemakers off. Frankly, I was amazed at how easily you and the piglet gave in. You two were really easy."

"Oh, fuck, I can't... Holy fuck, you mean, we coulda..." Sam's mind was blown and he could not form a coherent sentence, "I ... you... I coulda stopped you from shoving that fucking huge cock up my ass..."

"Yep," Ten-J was enjoying Sam's discomfort. "But, then, you did come back for seconds the next night, didn't ya? And, apparently, the night after that too..."

Sam stopped sputtering, sighed and said, "True."

"So, it couldn't have been all that bad. Besides when you walked out of your office right now your cock was hard as fuck. And it was hard as fuck because you were expecting me to fuck you again with my 'fucking huge cock,' ain't that right?"

Sam hung his head and nodded sheepishly, "Yes. I want... no, I need, ...damn it, I need that monster up my ass again. I've missed all you guys using my ass and my mouth. But mostly my ass. ... Why did you stop us from coming around again?"

"Because, like the note said: Christmas break is over. With the holidays at an end we had to get back to work and school so we wouldn't be there for a while. There was no point you guys wasting your time coming to the building."

Sam sat, "Okay, so if you're not a gang, what are you?"

"Six friends, well, seven really but Anton was away. Anyway, friends who hang out together, talk about our lives, girls, the future. Sometimes we drink. We were drinking that first night. I think that was one reason we did what we did."

"Why at that empty building and not at your homes? That would be more logical for guys not in a gang."

"Three of us live at home, three live with girlfriends and Whisper's place is just a single room – too small. Jamin's dad owns the building so we have access."

Sam needed to clear his mind of the confusion and misconceptions, "And you don't have criminal records?"

Ten-J chuckled again, and answered formally, mockingly, "No, officer, we don't have criminal records. ... Well, technically Whisper does but not the rest of us. Our one criminal act was the 'rape' of a couple of police officers but there doesn't seem to a record of that crime."

"True. No record of that crime. No complainants on record. ... Technically Whisper has a record?"

Ten-J's mirth evaporated and he answered seriously, "Yeah, he was wrongly convicted of an assault charge. The whole thing was bogus."

"What do mean 'bogus' and wrongly convicted?"

Ten-J took a deep breath, "Whisper was walking home from work one night and he heard a woman scream. He went to help, 'cause that's who Whisper is, and spotted this big guy beating on this little woman. He jumps in and knocks the guy out with a couple of punches. Then he goes to help the woman who was real beat up. When the cops come, Whisper's expecting to be a hero instead the bitch..."

"Let me guess. The woman tells the cops Whisper was the aggressor who attacked the two of them for no reason, so he gets arrested. Right?"

"How did you know? Were you there?"

Sam shook his head, and responded, "I wasn't there when Whisper was arrested, but I've been there before.' Ten-J looked puzzled. "When I was new to the force, my partner and I responded to a domestic violence call. When I was cuffing the husband, the woman, despite being seriously hurt by him, jumped from her chair, grabbed a kitchen knife and tried to stab me. To stop me from arresting her husband. Fortunately, I had on my vest and had a partner who was quick on her feet and was able to stop the woman. It is not uncommon for the victim of domestic violence to turn on her rescuer to protect the fellow who was just beating her up."

"Why would they do that?"

"Good question. There are lots of reasons, social, psychological and emotional. None that make total sense to someone who has never been there." Sam paused, "When did this happen? Because if Whisper is already out, I have a feeling the courts didn't believe he was actually the aggressor. What's Whisper full name and birth date? I'll look into the case."

Ten-J brightened, "Really? Marvin Anderson. Marvin Eugene Anderson. I'm not sure about his birthday. I know it's in September sometime. The charge was June two years ago. Whisper served four months in minimum security and is on parole for five years. You can get the charge thrown out?"

"Hold it. I can make no such promises. I have no power over court decisions. I will look into the case and see what might be possible, that's all I can do."

"That would be great 'cause Whisper wants to work with seniors, you know old people like you, but he can't 'cause of that charge. He really hates that."

"Seniors? Whisper? The same Whisper who wields that board?"

Ten-J laughed, "Yeah, that Whisper. His grandparents raised him and he has always said he wanted to repay them for giving him such a good life by helping others."

"Whisper? Go figure. ... Interesting how you can misjudge people when you don't know the full story." Sam glanced at his watch, "Anyway, if we want to catch the IT people we need to go."

On the way up in the elevator, Sam learned the group hung out in the old building which was one owned by Jamin's father, and that Jamin's real name was Benjamin; his little sister, when young, couldn't pronounce Benjamin so he became Jamin. Enzo was premed at university. Travon, like Ten-J, was an IT geek. And Arnie, the youngest of the group, would be starting army officer training after completing high school in June. 

Upstairs, Sam introduced Ten-J, no Tennyson, to one of the IT managers then removed himself to the end of the hallway as they talked 'geek speak' to one another. Sam marvelled at how completely he had misread the group. And he was seriously disappointed 'the gang' were just ordinary young men who took advantage of circumstances, raped him and introduced him to a whole aspect of his own sexuality. He pondered how all this new knowledge would affect his newfound sex life. He didn't relish the prospects of having to give up so soon what he just learned to enjoy.

As they entered the elevator to return to the lobby, Ten-J purposefully positioned himself one step ahead of Sam facing the front of the elevator. Before Sam could say anything, Ten-J's right hand shot out and grasped the officer's crotch from below. Grasped and then squeezed – hard.

"Holy fuck!" exclaimed Sam almost doubling with the pain. "What the hell?" Ten-J increased the pressure. Sam winced and moaned breathlessly, "Cameras."

Ten-J glanced at the security cameras on his left, "I saw them. Now, to thank you for your help, I'm going to give you what you want. I'm going to fuck you. You want to do it in here or at your desk or where?"

Sam punched the second floor button in time to stop their descent. Ten-J lead the way off the car still holding firmly to Sam's crotch. He let go at the sight of someone down the corridor.

Sam regained his breath and indicated he had access to a room at the end of a side hall. Before they could move far, that 'someone' joined them. 

It was Sergeant Oosterhus. "Morning, Stillwell. What's up?" He cast inquisitive eyes over Ten-J then at Sam and back. He looked as though he had questions to ask but he said nothing more.

Sam choose to not satisfy Oosterhus' curiosity but directed Ten-J with a gentle push, "The training room is down here near the end of the hall." He led the way leaving Oosterhus staring after them. "I teach first aid and advanced first aid in this room and there's a storage room we can use." As he unlocked the door, he observed Oosterhus was no watching them. 

Ten-J made no comment but grabbed Sam's butt. Hard. Sam paused momentarily to enjoy the feeling before unlocking the storage room. He relocked the door once they were inside.

Ten-J shoved Sam toward a small desk, "Why are you still dressed, pig? Strip! Now!"

"Yes, sir," replied Sam instinctively.

"'Sir.' I like that. I like an old man calling me 'sir' with the respect I deserve. Keep it up, grandpa pig."




New Year's Eve Patrol Ch. 03



"Yes, sir." 

Sam's cock was dripping pre-cum by the time he was naked. "How do you want me, sir?"

Fumbling with his pants, Ten-J considered the possibilities before responding, "On you back. Legs in the air." 

Sam instantly obeyed, dropping to the carpeted floor, pulling his legs back so far he rested on his shoulders.

"Damn, no lube," said Ten-J after searching his pockets, "thought I had some."

"Not a problem, sir. Go in dry and pound me hard. I really need that cock in my ass, sir. I've been waiting. Just do it!"

Ten-J, bare from the waist down, positioned his hard cock against Sam's twitching hole, and said, "Okay, you asked for it, grandpa pig." He plunged forward shoving his entire cock up the officer's ass stopping only when his balls slapped Sam's ass cheeks.

Sam, eager as he was, screamed in anguish at the brutal entry. It felt like getting fucked for the very first time. His ass was being ripped in half. He was dying. He erupted blowing an enormous load of cum all over himself.

Ten-J laughed at the sight of cum landing on Sam's nose, mouth and chin. He pulled back until the head of his cock popped audibly from Sam's hole. Immediately, he thrust forward until his balls hit Sam's ass. And he repeated that action. Again. And again. And again.

Sam groaned in pain each time he was spiked on that cock. And he loved as every painful inch rammed up his hole. Despite cumming so much, his cock remained hard.

Ten-J soon fell into the rhythm and depth he discovered that first night; that which had the most impact on Sam. He purposefully rubbed his cock head against Sam's prostate, stimulating that organ to the fullest.

"Oh Christ Almighty! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Do it! Do me!" Sam was beside himself with pleasure.

Ten-J thrilled with excitement with every spasm of Sam's rectum. It felt glorious, adding to Ten-J's gratification. Beyond the physical sensations, the verbal enticement really turned Ten-J on. "Call me 'sir'. Beg me to fuck you! Beg to be used, grandpa pig!"

"Oh, god, sir! ... Ram that cock up my ass, sir! ... Fuck me, sir! ... Use my hole, abuse my hole, sir! ... Take me anywhere anytime, sir. I am yours to fuck, sir. ... Fuck me! Fuck me hard, sir!" The older man was really into what was happening, really into being a fuck toy for the younger man. A man younger than his son.

Ten-J wanted to make this fuck last but he was so turned on he couldn't. The pleasurable sensations sent him over the top and he blew a substantial load of cum up the cop's eager ass. Sam felt the warm sticky cum coating his bowels. Both men moaned their pleasure at the same time.

Ten-J did not soften at all and he continued to pump Sam's ass. Sam continued to encourage Ten-J to fuck him. Ten-J grasped Sam's rigid cock and coaxed another load from the officer. More cum coated Sam's face and upper torso. And still Ten-J manipulated that cock while ramming that ass. The stimulation kept both men hard.

Ten-J stretched his upper body while fucking Sam, and, on the desk, spotted some binder clips. 'Why not?' he asked himself and reached for the clips.

Sam's eyes were squeezed shut so didn't see what was about to happen but he certainly felt it. 

Ten-J stopped pumping for a moment and clamped a binder clip in each of Sam's hard nipples.

"AAAARRRGHHHH! Holy fuck!" screamed Sam as he blasted yet another load of cum.

"Ooweee," exclaimed Ten-J, "Well, that was fun! Obviously that's something to keep in mind for the future." He laughed as Sam squiggled and squirmed in discomfort.

"Holy hell! I can't believe you did that. It hurts like hell!"

"And yet you came yet again," replied Ten-J, "I need to get me a box of those things. Maybe bigger ones. And, I need to think of other places to attach them." He laughed an evil stage-villain laugh.

"Like where?" Sam asked trepidatiously.

Ten-J gave his evil laugh again, "You'll see. Wait and see." He drove full force into Sam's ass again to punctuate his point. He then pulled out and lay down on the floor. "Sit on my cock, grandpa. Fuck yourself on it."

Sam scrambled up and squatted over Ten-J's rigid pole his fucker held in place for him. Sam began to slowly lower himself in consideration of his sore ass.

Ten-J had other ideas. He raised his hips quickly impaling the officer to the fullest.

Sam growled in pain at the suddenness of the intrusion. A shiver ran through his body. 'God, I love being used. I love being dominated by this kid,' he thought as he was skewered completely.

Ten-J stopped moving forcing Sam to do the work of fucking himself. He was about to say something when his cell phone rang. Sam had to stretch over for Ten-J's pants, dig out the phone and hand it to his fucker all while keeping that cock up his ass.

"Yo," Ten-J said brightly. He listened for a moment, "What kind of favour?" More listening, then, "You sure, man? ... Okay, if that's what you want. I'll see what I can arrange. ...Grandpa pig? He's sitting on my cock right now. You want to talk to him?" Ten-J held out the phone to Sam, "Piglet wants to talk to you."

Sam was surprised, "Hey, Devon, what's up?"

"I was calling Ten-J to see if I could get a favour from the gang."

Sam didn't think this the time to let Devon know the guys weren't a gang, "What kind of favour?"

"Not important if you're getting fucked right now. I'll tell you later. Does that cock feel good?" Sam acknowledged that it did. "Lucky you. I've been getting Enzo and Jamin's cocks lately."

"Really? How often?" Sam was a little jealous of his one-time partner. Before he could say anything else Ten-J stabbed in that special place and Sam groaned with pleasure.

Devon laughed, "Tell you later. Sounds like you need to concentrate. Anyway, there is something I need to ask right away though. ... Tracy and I have set the date and I want to know if you'll be my best man. Will you, please?"

Sam was surprised at the request, "Me? Why me? Why not one of your friends?"

"'Cause I think two nights of getting raped together makes us kinda close, don't ya think?"

Sam thought about it and chuckled at Devon's slightly twisted logic, "Well, when you put it that way, boy, I'd be honoured."

"That's great. Thanks, Sam. I gotta run. Tell Ten-j the more the better. Thanks again and bye." The phone disconnected.

Sam sat down hard onto Ten-J's pelvis and wriggled his ass to get maximum pleasure for both fucker and fuckee before relaying Devon's message, "Devon says the more the merrier. Whatever that means." 

Ten-J looked at Sam and hooted, "you going to be the best man?" Sam nodded. "Then you'll find out. Fuck, I'm going to cum again. Ahhhh!"

Sam could feel the warm sensation flood his bowels and responded with another orgasm – no cum this time but a ball twisting orgasm none the less.

The two sweaty men slowly disengaged; Sam very reluctant to let that pole leave his hole but Ten-J insisted. Before pulling up his own pants, Ten-J smeared the cooling cum on Sam's torso over the older man's chest and abdomen.

Ten-J watched Sam grab his clothes but stopped him as he bent over to pull up his underwear, "Tell you what, grandpa pig. When I start working here. 'Cause I'm sure I'll get the job. You and me will get together regular. Therefore, stop wearing underwear to work. Got it?"

Sam didn't hesitate, "Yes, sir. No underwear, sir." And he handed his white jockeys to Ten-J who stuffed them in his back pants pocket.

Dressed and presentable the two men made their way to the lobby where they said a formal, professional goodbye. Sam, very much aware he must smell of cum, apologized to his duty relief who arrived while Sam was away and quickly briefed him. The fellow wrinkled his nose a couple of times but didn't ask any questions.

Sam made his way to the locker room and was not surprised to find Oosterhus lingering in front of his own locker partially dressed.

Oosterhus said nonchalantly, "So, the black guy fucked you, didn't he? I've been recognizing all the signs."

Sam gasped and fell onto the bench. "Wha...? What...?"



New Year's Eve Patrol Ch. 04



From Part 3

Sam made his way to the locker room and was not surprised to find Oosterhus lingering in front of his own locker partially dressed.

Oosterhus said nonchalantly, "So, the black guy fucked you, didn't he? I've been recognizing all the signs."

Sam gasped and fell onto the bench. "Wha...? What...?"

Part 4

Oosterhus laughed. "Are you going to deny that the black guy just fucked you?"

"I... he... we... I... I..."

"Well said," Oosterhus responded. "Come now, There is a whiff of cum about you right now. You reeked of cum New Year's Eve. You took your underwear off to go commando to rush off somewhere. All things that point to something going on. ... And having been there too, I can figure it out."

Sam gulped in air, "You... been there too... I don't under... What you mean?"

"Come off it. You know perfectly well what I mean," Oosterhus looked around carefully then continued, "I have been used by a gang as a sexual toy. Me and my partner at the time. For almost a year. I've come to work with cum leaking out of my ass. Just like you have now."

Sam rapidly reached behind to feel his ass. Sure enough there was cum staining his uniform pants. "Oh, fuck." He looked at Oosterhus, "Is it real evident?"

"Not really. I was looking for it. After I saw the two of you upstairs, I was looking for it. Thank God we wear dark pants. Can you imagine if we wore tan?" 

Sam merely nodded his head. He could not believe his secret had been discovered. And discovered so easily. He was staggered by what Oosterhus, someone he didn't really know, has shared with him. He was staggered that he and Devon weren't the only two cops used as sexual playthings by others. Before he could gather his thoughts into clear coherent sentences, Oosterhus continued.

"So can I lick the cum from your ass? It's been so long since I sucked cum from an ass. Please? Let me eat your ass. Hide the evidence, so to speak."

Sam numbly nodded not 100% sure what was happening.

Oosterhus led Sam to the washroom behind the locker room, past the first row of stalls to a rarely used second row backing on the first, and into the final stall. "Not likely to be seen here," he said as he secured the door. He sat on the toilet and fumbled with Sam's belt and dropped his pants. "Ah, commando again. Nice." 

Sam allowed himself to be turned and submitted to gentle pressure on his back that bent him over. Without further ado, he felt his fellow sergeant's tongue lapping at his asshole. Both officers moaned with pleasure simultaneously. Sam loved the feeling of Oosterhus' tongue digging into his hole. He loved the sensation of having Ten-J's cum sucked from his hole. He loved the whole scenario of having a fellow officer servicing him like this. His cock hardened immediately.

Oosterhus also derived pleasure from applying his tongue to Sam's asshole. He hadn't sucked a fellow officer's ass since the gang ceased using him and his partner. And he missed it. He tightened his tongue and dug deeper into the luscious ass presented to him. His cock hardened immediately. 

After ten minutes of mutual pleasure, Oosterhus had long emptied Sam's ass of cum and was now just sucking ass for the fun of it. Sam straightened up and turned presenting his cock for sucking. Oosterhus eagerly sucked it in. The stimulation was almost too much. Sam pulled back and bent down to whisper in Oosterhus' ear, "I want to fuck you. Now!"

Without hesitation his fellow officer rose, dropped his uniform pants to his ankles and bent over the toilet bracing himself on the wall. He reached around and spread his ass cheeks and whispered, "Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me, Stillwell!"

Sam positioned his saliva-slicked cock against its target and rammed forward with his entire body weight.

Oosterhus let out a strangled yelp, trying not to attract attention. It had been a long time since he had been fucked and it hurt. It hurt like the first few times the gang members fucked him. He was surprised at how good that remembered pain felt.

Sam pounded away at the ass before him. He was so turned on by this situation and by what had happened earlier with Ten-J there was no way he could be gentle. 

And there was no way Oosterhus wanted him to be gentle. Every time Sam withdrew, Oosterhus pushed back to recapture that cock; hating the empty feeling even for a moment.

With both men so turned on the fuck could not last long. Oosterhus blew his load first, painting the wall with cum. Sam followed moments later stimulated by Oosterhus' clutching ass muscles. Both men panted heavily as Sam collapsed on Oosterhus' back. 

Eventually they disengaged. Sam's softening cock slid from the warm tight tunnel he had just fucked. Right away, Sam's cock was enveloped in a tight warm mouth as Oosterhus sucked cum and ass juices from it. Sam felt a finger ease into his ass and excite his prostate. He erupted with another load of hot cum which his sex partner swallowed with enthusiasm.

The two officers straightened their clothes and made their way to the locker room. There, as they finished changing, Sam asked shyly, "Would you like to go for coffee or something?"

Oosterhus stuck out his hand and replied, "Sure. By the way, my name's Hans. I figured after what we just did first names are in order."

Sam couldn't help but laugh, "Sam. Pleased to meet you," and, in a softer voice, then said, "and to fuck you."

Hans grinned, "Let's go to Hanrahan's. I need a drink." Sam nodded agreement and the two made their way to a local bar, close enough to walk to but far enough away from the station to limit the possibility of meeting other police. On the way both called their wives to say they would be late getting home.

Once they had been served beer and nachos, Sam prompted, "Tell me about this gang you were 'involved' with."

Hans took a deep breath and replied between sips of beer, "Well, let's see. ... I was fairly new to the force and me and my partner were sent to a noise disturbance complaint. We got there and there was a big party going on. When we said why we were there a couple of big guys pulled us into the living room. There were about twenty or so native men crowded in. One man introduced himself as Wayne and said they didn't recognize the authority of the police on their territory. Before we could do anything we were surrounded with knives to our throats. My partner, who was more experienced, tried to reason with them but got nowhere. We were disarmed and they started to strip off our uniforms.

We made all kinds of threats of legal action and the like but it had no impact. We resisted but there were too many of them and we were soon naked. Then my partner was dragged into the middle of the room and one of the guys held his nose closed so he had to open his mouth. The guy shoved his cock in and face fucked my partner. Then the same thing happened to me. I had never touched another cock before or let alone sucked one but there I was. Sucking cock. Or at least trying to.

I don't know how long we were face fucked. Seemed like hours. And then I felt something at my ass. I tried everything I could to keep that cock out of my ass but Wayne, that's who it was, just pushed harder and he won. I could not believe the pain. I screamed. Almost the same time my partner screamed too. So I knew we were both being fucked.

Another cock was shoved in my mouth. This one actually shot off in my mouth. My first taste of cum. But not the last. All twenty or so guys face fucked us and ass fucked us. The rape lasted two hours or more. When they had had their jollies we were let up. Dripping cum from ass and mouth. They made us lick the other clean.

Before letting us dress they showed us videos of us getting fucked and promised to share them with headquarters if we made a report. Then they shoved us outside and threw our clothes after us. 

Neither of us said a word on the drive back to the station. Neither of us said a word while dressing and neither of us said anything as we left for home. 

That night I was so horny I screwed my wife twice and then jerked off in the bathroom once more..."

Sam had been nodding throughout this recitation but now interrupted to say, " I did the same thing after our first time, too. Funny how we react to being raped."

Hans concurred, "I know. Strange, right? Straight men getting turned on by being assaulted, sexually assaulted, by other men. Anyway, during the next shift neither of us said a word about what had happened. I thought it was over. But, with the shift ended, I kept thinking about what had happened. I drove around in my own car for about 45 minutes before I decided. I decided to get some more. So I drove to the house and knocked. When the door opened I could hear hooting and hollering from inside. Before I could say anything, I was dragged in and the guy announced to the crowd, "Here's the other one."

When I got to the living room I could see my partner, naked as a jay bird, being screwed at both ends. I was soon next to him. At one point I remember stealing a look at him and him smiling back at me."

"Us too."

The waiter brought more beer and they ordered another plate of nachos.

Hans resumed his tale after they received the beers, "That's how it all started. We kept coming back and the gang kept using us as they wanted. They made us suck each other and fuck each other. They made us suck cum out of the other. They made us to do whatever. And we kept coming back for more. 

Then Wayne started to humiliate us. We were told to come in before our shift one night. Once there, our cocks were pulled out of our uniform pants and our shoes pulled off and we had to 69 in front of everyone. 

When we finished and were to go on duty, they let us have our shoes back. I pushed my foot in and the inside of my shoe was filled with cum. Some cum even flowed over the outside as I put my shoe on and tied it up. Wayne told us we had to come back after the shift so they could see we hadn't cleaned up our shoes. We did the entire shift with cum soaking our socks and squishing around. We could tell people could smell the cum but we couldn't do anything about it. We returned to the gang and they checked to make sure we hadn't cleaned up. Then they fucked us while in uniform, pants around our knees."

"Did they do things like that a lot?" asked Sam.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," Hans said, "Wayne seemed to get off on humiliating us like that. He liked having us come over before a shift so he could do that. One time after a blowjob, he purposefully shot his cum not in my mouth but on my neck so it soaked into my tie. My partner had a couple of loads dumped in his shirt pockets that same day. Eventually, we weren't allowed to wear underwear and after getting fucked they would push our pants into our assholes to make sure they got wet with cum. That's why I noticed when you smelled of cum. Got so I could recognized the smell easily."

"I can't imagine going on duty with cum on my tie or shirt where everyone could see. Didn't you get caught?"

"Fortunately not. I don't know whether because no one noticed or whether they chose to ignore it but we got away with it."

"Please God, I should have the same luck."

"Amen, brother."

"Sorry, I interrupted. Go on, please. It's so hot. What else did you end up doing?"

"That's okay. Just so glad I can tell this stuff to you. Been wanting to tell someone for so long." 

"Don't you and your partner share?"

"We don't get together much anymore. Anyway, the two of us would get gangbanged, literally, about two, three times a week. Sometimes more depending on the gang's needs. Then one day we showed up in uniform after a shift like told and were told we had an errand to run. Wayne owed another gang some money and we were to deliver it. Sounded easy. But, then they had us put on some underwear, far too small, and they stuffed it with the money – front and back. We were told to let the other gang fish out the money one bill at a time. We were dropped off with Wayne and a couple of guys to make sure we were okay. We had to stand in front of the other gang in our uniforms and let them dig around as much as they pleased to get the money. That was so humiliating. Of course we got hard between the groping and the situation. When all the money was out Wayne told the other gang we were there to pay some interest on the money. We were stripped naked and the other gang were given permission to use us for two and a half hours. That was actually the most exciting night by far."

"So you have two gangs to report to?"

"Unfortunately not. The second gang never really took advantage of the opportunities after that. Except when Wayne had money to give them. And then after about 10 months, my partner and I went to the house and arrived just after the drug squad had raided it. The place had been under surveillance for some time. Why we never got called in to explain I don't know. And the gang never called on us for help, or mentioned our names when questioned. The entire gang went to jail and, as far as I know, none ever returned here. None ever contacted us. Nothing. That's why I am so cock deprived."

The waiter arrived just in time to hear the last part of this speech. After putting down more beers, he stood in place. Hans and Sam both looked at him inquiringly. He leaned forward and whispered, "You need cock? I got cock. One or both of you. I gotta get off. Game?"

The police officers looked at each other and then at the waiter. He was a handsome young man. Dark colouring, tufts of hair peeking above his t-shirt collar, bright toothy smile. At the same time they declared, "You're on!"

"Meet me near the washrooms in two minutes." 

Sam and Hans grinned at each other and the former said, "What have we gotten ourselves into?"

"I don't know, but if I can get a second cock up my ass tonight I'm all for it."

They made their way toward the washrooms, before reaching them the waiter beckoned them into a small storage room. One of the bartenders was already there. The waiter locked the door and announced, "God, I love fucking older men. Strip!"



This story idea was suggested to me by one of my readers. I hope I did it justice. If you have ideas you would like to see in this series or a new story feel free to send it to me 



New Year's Eve Patrol Ch. 05



I want to thank faithful reader Noel for helping me work through a serious writer's and making suggestions for this episode of this story. Thanks, Noel, I appreciate it.

*****

From Part 4

The police officers looked at each other and then at the waiter. He was a handsome young man. Dark colouring, tufts of hair peeking above his t-shirt collar, bright toothy smile. At the same time they declared, "You're on!"

"Meet me near the washrooms in two minutes." 

Sam and Hans grinned at each other and the former said, "What have we gotten ourselves into?"

"I don't know, but if I can get a second cock up my ass tonight I'm all for it."

They made their way toward the washrooms, before reaching them the waiter beckoned them into a small storage room. One of the bartenders was already there. The waiter locked the door and announced, "God, I love fucking older men. Strip!"

*****

Part 5

"No!" yelled the bartender.

"No? We don't want them naked?" responded the waiter.

"D'uh. Of course we want them naked but let's have some fun doing it." The bartender walked up to the cops and rubbed his hands across their heads. "With these haircuts these guys are either military or cops," he looked at them quizzically.

"Cops," Sam and Hans said simultaneously.

"Cops. So let's have some fun," he walked away then turned back. "So, macho policemen, we want to see you two make out together. Kissing. Caressing. The whole nine yards. Take off each other's shirts as you make out and drop the pants to the floor. Go!" If the bartender expected hesitation in his two patsies he was disappointed.

"Time to give the punters what they paid for," said Hans as he leaned in and gave Sam a quick peck on the lips.

Sam looked at Hans quizzically before following suit. 

"Hey, none of that crap. I want to see open mouths and tongue action."

Sam grabbed the back of Hans' head, pulled him forward and jammed his tongue in his colleague's mouth. They tongue wrestled as they kissed, allowing their hands to wander sensuously over each other's bodies.

Hans quickly learned, as had Ten-J earlier, the sensitivity of Sam's nipples by tweaking them. He lowered his head to allow for tongue and teeth action on those responsive little nubs. Sam groaned in pain/pleasure. 

"Hot!" declared the waiter, "these guys are really getting into it, aren't they?"

"Seems we got a couple of live ones tonight," responded the bartender as he moved closer and mashed Hans' face onto Sam's nipple.

It wasn't long before the officers were loosening each other's belts and dropping pants to the floor as ordered. They took turns sucking on the rigid cocks revealed, but were allowed that pleasure for only a moment. 

The two bar staff stood before the two cops scowling down on them. "Too bad these guys aren't in uniform then they'd have handcuffs we could use," said the waiter

"Yeah, that would be great."

Hans broke off his sucking and said, "Check the pocket of my jacket. The blue jacket. Left pocket."

The waiter pulled out three or four plastic things. "What the hell are these things?"

Hans explained, "Restraints. They are used in place of the old metal cuffs. Harder to get out of and easier to carry around."

"Okay, let's give them a try. Stand up. Turn around. Hands behind your backs." With the two officers in position the young men slid the restraints onto their wrists.

"Not too tight," warned Sam, "or you'll cut off the circulation."

With the officers' hands secured, the bartender demanded, "Okay, now, you guys are going to suck our cocks. But first you have to get them out of our pants. Using your mouths. And only your mouths." 

The officers shuffled up to the younger men on their bare knees and went to work on opening their pants. Sam had the harder task as the waiter was wearing a belt. He tugged at the belt and was finally able to open it. Hans was already slurping on the bartender's cock. A few quick yanks on the button and zipper freed Sam's reward.

Once the cocks were free they were rammed into the cops' mouths. There was no subtlety or romance in this. The two younger men were very turned on and very much into dominating the older men. They plunged in as deeply as they could, pulled back completely and then rammed in again. Repeatedly. 

Sam and Hans took what they were given, enjoying the feeling of having no control at all in the situation.

With their excitement building the younger men stopped the action and ordered their 'victims' to lie on their backs. It was not easy to get into that position, and that position was quite painful. Sam and Hans tried to manoeuvre themselves into a semi-comfortable position but didn't have the opportunity before their ankles were grabbed and they were folded in double.

Again, without ceremony, the younger men drove their cocks into the older. This time up their asses. Both officers groaned in pain at the dry entry but soon moaned in pleasure as the rigid cocks spread their holes.

"Christ, these guys are really into it," proclaimed the waiter as he repeatedly speared Sam's eager hole. He dug into his pocket for his cell and dialled a number as he fucked, "Yeah, its me. Grab Mos and head to the storeroom. ... Oh, yeah we have a couple of horny bastards ready for the fucking."

The bartender laughed then called, "Switch." In a practiced move, the two bar staff pulled out with audible 'plops', shuffled over and rammed their cocks back into the policemen before them. 

Moments later the door opened and two more young bar staff entered, already opening their pants and tugging out stiff cocks. They positioned themselves next to the officers' mouths and shoved in. "Where did you find these two?"

"Upstairs talking about needing cock. Didn't need much persuasion. Hell, no persuasion at all. Fucking cum dumps. Both of them."

"Sucks good but I want some ass. Move over," said the newcomer as he withdrew from Sam's mouth and scrambled down to his ass.

The bartender grumbled at having to vacate Sam's ass but plowing his slime-covered cock into Sam's mouth compensated him for that inconvenience. The waiter and the other newcomer switched orifices on Hans. 

And the mini-orgy continued as the young men rotated at the four holes available in turn until the bartender glanced at his watch and growled, "Fuck, we got to get back." All four fuckers increased their pace of pounding and shot thick loads into their target holes.

After all four blew their spunk, the waiter demanded, "Okay, you guys need to clean our cocks so we can go back to work." 

The cleaning hardened all four cocks but the young men zipped up and left the room rather than take further advantage of the two older men. Nor did they make an effort to relieve the hard dripping cocks of the officers. They simply turned off the lights, closed and locked the door leaving the restrained men on the floor. A faint light from a dirty window illuminated the scene.

"Guess when you work for tips you leave like that," joked Sam.

"Guess so," replied Hans, "So what do we do with these?" He nodded at his own hard cock.

"Suffer in stoic silence?" suggested Sam humorously. 

"Or find ourselves a gang bang somewhere?" laughed Hans.

"There is a bar filled with men out there," Sam said, only half joking.

"Hell, let's go to the station locker room and let everyone use us for the night."

"Personally, I am too close to retirement with full pension for that. So I guess two power bottoms like us have no choice but to go home and fuck our wives a few times. But I have a question first."

Hans waited.

"Before we started you said 'Time to give the punters what they paid for.'" 

"Yeah, what about it?"

"The partner who served the gang with you... That was Hal Winstanley, wasn't it?"

"How... how did you figure that out?" Hans paused before it dawned on him. "Oh, of course..."

"Hal and I play squash regularly and he always says that if there is someone watching. Always. So, being a good policeman, I put two and two together. Oh, my god, Winstanley, that pompous Englishman, a gang bitch like me. Never would have thought. I cannot believe that of Hal. But then I can't believe it of me either, now that I think about it," Sam couldn't help but chuckle.

"Ever wonder how many of us there are out there?" Hans asked.

"Us?"

"You know, coppers who get themselves fucked by gangs or by the public. Hell, by convenient horny waiters." 

Sam pondered before responding, "I'd like to think more than just the four of us. That would make me feel better about getting my ass royally reamed." Hans laughed and nodded agreement. "Do you think we should start a club? Maybe do a Google search for 'Gang fucked police officers' or 'Cops with open asses' or ..." 

"Might be worth a try. You never know." Hans looked more serious than Sam would have thought.

"You realize I was joking, don't you?" he asked.

"Well, d'uh, yes, I do, but still, knowing we're not the only ones and having others to share stories with, or better yet, gangs with, that would be hot. Don't you think?"

"I suppose you're right. I know I got hot and bothered when you were telling your stories," Sam acknowledged. "Right now, I think we need to get dressed and get out of here. Now, if we had a way to cut these restraints. ... Come to think of it why did you have them?"

Hans chuckled, "Well, not the reason you're thinking. I did a talk at a high school and showed the kids how we restrain perps these days. A couple of the guys snuck these from my stash and tried to make off with them. I got them back and stuffed them in my pocket and didn't get around to putting them back."

"Sure, sure. Wasn't it Freud who said there are no accidents or coincidences or something like that? You subconsciously wanted something like these to happen, didn't you?" Sam laughed.

Hans joined in the laughter, "All right. All right! I confess I kept them so I could be tied up in a dark storeroom with you. I feel so much better now that I've told the truth. ... So see anything we can use to get out of these?"

Seriously Sam responded, "I noticed some box cutters on those crates when we first came in. Now getting at them may be a problem." 

As they struggled to get to from their backs to their knees, the door was unlocked and the lights came on. A very young looking teenager stared at the men for a moment but said nothing at the sight of two nearly naked middle-aged men on the floor as he entered.

Hans glanced at Sam before saying, "Hi there."

"Hi there," responded the teen without looking at them. He muttered to himself, "High ball glasses. High ball glasses."

Hans tried again, "You may be wondering what we're..."

The teen looked Hans in the eye, "You know when I first started here two months ago, yeah, I may have wondered but now, not so much."

Sam had to ask, "Why not now?"

The teen leaned against the crates, "Well, you see, the first couple of times I came across nude dudes in here I was, okay, I was surprised but I have learned the other guys on staff regularly, and I mean regularly, bring customers in here and use them for sex. So seeing guys like you with cum dripping off them doesn't surprise me anymore. True, they are usually not tied up like you but, hey, I don't judge what gets people off." His eyes swept the room, "Ah, there they are." He grabbed a box labelled 'High Ball Glasses' and headed for the door.

Quickly, Hans stopped him, "Uh, before you leave, do you think you could...?"

The teen stopped, put down the box, and sighed "Oh, alright. Not my thing but I am horny." He pulled his cock from his fly, walked up to Sam and pushed into his mouth. He lacked finesse and drove in hard and deep.

Ever the policeman, Hans had to ask, while watching his partner is sex servicing the teen, "How old are you, may I ask?"

Pulling his focus from the pleasure his cock was enjoying, he responded, "Eighteen. Uncle Max won't hire anyone until they are eighteen. Not even family. I had to wait until I turned eighteen before he would start me even though I finished school three months before that. Stupid."

"Good to hear that. ... Actually, the reason I stopped you was not to do what you're doing but to ask if you could cut these before you leave." Hans awkwardly showed his bound wrists to the fellow. "Box cutter on that crate there."

With an exasperated sigh, the teen leaned over and grabbed the box cutter and leaned toward Hans. He realized to get at the wrists of the sitting man he would have to remove his cock from Sam's mouth. He was not willing to do that. So he grasped the back of Sam's head and pulled the older man with him as he leaned over. A quick swipe of the blade severed the link between Hans' hands. The box cutter clattered to the floor as the teen returned to the matter at hand - getting off in the warm mouth enveloping his cock.

Hans gratefully eased his sore shoulders before cutting the restraints off completely. While Sam still sucked Hans released him as well.

His arms free, Sam pulled the teen's ass forward so he could give the fellow his best attention. The kid responded to the extra attention by blowing his load - a thick and copious load that dribbled from the corners of Sam's mouth.

"Thanks, man. Gotta go." Tucking his cock into his fly, picking up his box of glasses the teen moved off. "Make sure you lock the door and turn off the lights when you leave." And he was gone.

"Least he has some manners," Hans quipped.

Sam dragged a finger through the dribbles of cum and held it out to Hans, "And some great tasting cum too." Hans licked Sam's finger and savoured the flavour of their rescuer, nodding his agreement. They dressed in silence and left the storeroom making sure they turned off the light and locked the door behind them.

On the walk back to the station they exchanged 'normal' police chitchat avoiding what had just happened and their previous topic. They climbed into their respective cars, went home and fucked their respective wives - several times.

Sam was very energized the next morning. Invigorated by the thrill of having someone, besides Devon, with whom he could share his deepest, darkest secret knowing he would not be judged. And someone with whom he could share future fuckings was even hotter. At the very thought his cock hardened. So frequently throughout his shift did his cock harden he had to hide his crotch constantly while standing.

An hour before the end of his shift Sam answered his cell phone. He almost shot his load when he heard, "Grandpa pig, we want to use your ass tomorrow night. Piglet is ready to go. You in?"

"Sir, yes, sir! I'm in. When and where?"

"Great. 8:00 at the building. See you then."

Sam caught Ten-J before he hung up, "Sir? Can I bring a friend to join us?"

"A 'friend'? What kind of friend?"

"Another cop."

"He know what he's in for?"

Sam smiled, "Oh, yes, sir, and I guarantee he's up for it."

"Sounds good. Oh, be in uniform."

Sam's smile got bigger, "Yes, sir. Understood, sir."

Ten-J chuckled as he disconnected.

Sam instantly dialled Oosterhus's extension number, "Hey, Hans, you up for getting your ass plugged tomorrow night?"

"Why, you going to get the waiter and his buddies to pound us again?"

"Better. Much better. My gang has ordered me to appear tomorrow at 2000 hours. I asked if I could bring a friend," Sam paused.

"And? And? Can you bring a friend? Don't fucking tease me, Sam, are they going to fuck me tomorrow?"

Sam chuckled at the eagerness of Hans' response, even though he expected nothing less, "Yes, they agreed you could come too. Devon's going to be there, too. Let's leave from here at 1945, okay?"

"I'll be ready. I'll wait in the locker room for you."

"Good. Oh, and wear a uniform but no underwear."

Hans eagerly agreed.

"See you then. ... And, Hans, don't beat off too much at the thought of being gang-banged again." Sam laughed loudly at his own joke as he hung up. The officers in the area looked at him. He acknowledged their stares with a smiling nod of his head.



New Year's Eve Patrol



Ten-J discovered that each time he struck a specific spot in Sam Sam's ass tightened sending an extra thrill through his cock. Ten-J found the exact depth he could plunge to make that happen and he concentrated on making that happen. 

The continual stimulation of his prostate really bothered Sam's cop machismo because of the gratification he was deriving. His cock began leaking pre-cum in copious amounts.

"Go ahead," said Ten-J. 

Sam was baffled as to meaning until he felt the cold steel of a knife blade on his wrist. There was a sawing motion and then the plastic restraint dropped free, followed by a repeat on the other. Instinctively, Sam rolled his shoulders and moved his arms down so he could rub feeling into them.

"Yeah, turn him over." This command by Ten-J was clear, particularly as Sam felt himself being turned onto his back. There was some awkwardness because Ten-J kept his cock implanted in Sam's ass during the turn and Sam's legs had to be pulled further back to allow turn. 

Sam wanted to stretch his legs to relieve some of the cramp he felt but there was his rigid cock to consider. Sam tried to resist the efforts of the two gang members to spread his knees apart. 

"Come on, man, what's up? Spread 'em," Travon said. "Loosen up... Oh, I see the problem. Dude's got a hard on!"

"And he's leaking something serious!" yelled Arnie, "This pig likes getting fucked. Don'tcha, grandpa pig."

Sam's face burned with embarrassment, "No... no, I don't. I don't..."

His protests triggered gales of laughter from the gang. "Yeah, right!" "Tell it to your cock, man." "Fuckin' wrong, pig." 'No one leaks like that 'less they like it!"

Ten-J leaned forward putting his face close to Sam's, "I guess our punishment ain't much of a punishment, right, grandpa?" He punctuated each word with a hard thrust of his cock deep into Sam's ass.

And then... 

Sam's cock betrayed him again. Ropes of thick gooey cum shot over his belly, chest and chin. The laughter and chiding increased. Sam wanted to be swallowed by the earth, or wanted to die.

But then... 

Ten-J's thrusts triggered another explosion of cum. Sam was mortified. Cumming once because he was being fucked was bad enough; cumming twice in a row was worse. At 47 he shouldn't have recovered enough to do that.

The gang's laughter increased in volume and intensity. Whisper softly commented, "This pig is really into it." He accompanied this with a drag of his fore finger through the cum splattered on Sam's chest. "Have a taste, gramps. See how much you enjoyed being fucked."

Sam resisted but Whisper held his nose closed and when Sam's mouth opened he jammed his cum covered fingers in, the officer had no choice. Another gang member did the same thing and the two thugs continued feeding Sam his own cum until it was all gone.

Ten-J, still ramming away in Sam's ass, said, "I think he likes that, too. Let's give him some fresh from the tap. Put the piglet's cock in his mouth and let him suck it out.

Devon was still bound and it was with difficulty the group positioned him next to Sam. A thug got behind Devon and crammed his cock up the young officer's ass, shoving Devon's cock into Sam's mouth. Each thrust of the fucking cock pushed the sucked cock into Sam's mouth.

Devon did not cum right away, so Whisper gave him some manual stimulation. A few strokes were enough to bring forth a blast of cum. Five or six thick salty discharges coated the inside of Sam's mouth. 

Sam swallowed all of it. He had to acknowledge to himself it tasted good and he found himself trying to get more from his partner's cock. 

This elicited even more laughter as the gang watched the older officer trying to milk more cum from the younger.

"This is too much, I gotta cum in the pig's ass," declared Ten-J and with a couple of more strokes he did just that.

Sam felt the pulses of Ten-J's cock and he could feel the cum in his ass. He felt humiliated that his ass was full of cum... No, he didn't feel humiliated by that! He felt so turned on and that was humiliating. This young thug had fucked two loads of cum from him and then bred his ass. 

And he liked it all. Being fucked, the sucking, the taste of cum, being fucking, sucking his partner, all of it. 

'What the hell is wrong with you?' he asked himself. You can't enjoy this. You are straight, for God's sake!' 

Ten-J pulled out and collapsed to the floor. He started to call for the next fucker but was forestalled by another voice.

Sam heard that voice too but didn't recognize it. At first. Sam glanced around at the astonished faces of the gang and then at the more astonished face of Devon. Until the voice said, "Next. Someone ram your cock in that ass! Now!" That is when it hit him. It was his voice. His voice was asking to be fucked, no, demanding to be fucked, urgently. 

Through the laughter and catcalls, Whisper took position and thrust all the way into Sam. And Sam loved the feeling. He loved the force with which Whisper fucked him.

Whisper blew his load and withdrew. Sam instantly urged on another fucker. He urged on all six gang members. Wanting, no needing, them to bred him, to fuck the bejessuz out of him. And he loved every thrust of every cock. The feel of every cock.

With his eyes closed, Sam could tell when Ten-J returned. He loved the feeling Ten-J's cock, especially the head, gave him. He squeezed his ass muscles tightly trying to keep that cock in as long as possible.

He heard a commotion beside him and realized Devon had been untied. And he realized he was jealous of every cock that had fucked Devon and not him. 'Oh, my God, I've gone crazy. Cock crazy. What happened to me?'

"Do it. Do it. You know he wants it," Ten-J urged someone. 

Sam looked up, up into Devon's face as the latter took position between his legs. There was a strange look in his partner's eyes. Without further urging, Devon plunged deep into Sam's eager ass. The look was lust!

"Fuckin' hell! That's hot! I'm fucking your ass, Stillwell. I'm fucking my partner!" declared Devon, and he pounded Sam as hard as Whisper had. "What an ass! I'm going to cum!" And he did.

Devon kept pumping, long hard jabs and shorter thrusts giving Sam the same sensations he received from Ten-J.

Suddenly the older officer shot yet another load of cum without his cock being touched.

"Yeah, boy, fuck my ass. That's it boy! Do me hard."

There was an audible gasp fro Ten-J. Then around them, sudden silence. The catcalls, the jeering, the cheering all ceased suddenly. For the first time since the orgy began the room was filled with silence. 

Mid-fuck the officers 'heard' the silence and stopped.

"What? What happened?" asked Sam.

Ten-J chuckled to himself, "By God, you do call him 'boy.'"

"I told you that." Sam replied, "What's the big deal?"

"You weren't being racist when you called us 'boys'. You were being 'ageist!'" 

"Yah, so?" 

Ten-J looked contrite, "We didn't need to punish you guys for being racist. We didn't need to ... well, you know, do what we just did."

Sam and Devon made eye contact, then held a lengthy conversation in undertones to themselves. 

Finally, Sam stood up, pulling his ass off Devon's cock and responded, "You mean, because you made a false assumption about my meaning, you turned from a group of guys trying to keep warm to a group of guys forcing sex on us. You know what that means, don't you."

Some of the group began slowly moving toward to the exits.

"Freeze!" ordered the naked unarmed cops. Everyone froze. "Bring us our uniforms and our guns. NOW!"

There was hurried activity. Followed by silence as the two officers donned their uniforms, sans underwear. Once fully attired, Sam and Devon used their guns to herd the group together near the fire. "So, fuckers, listen up and listen good. You held us against our will. You forced sex on us against our will. You are in serious trouble here. Charges like that could send you all away for a very, very long time."

The group squirmed nervously.

"And, to compound things you took pictures of you committing these crimes. So, basically, it will be a slam-dunk for the Crown to get a conviction." Sam held up his hand to silence the guys as they started protesting. 

Devon picked up the thread, "Unless... unless..." Everyone listened intently. "Unless, everyone agrees to never mention what happened here tonight -- ever!" There enthusiastic nods of agreement. "And, we get copies of all the photos."

Ten-J found his voice, "Did you say 'copies'?"

"That's right. We get copies. You promise no one, and we mean no one, ever sees them except yourselves. If you can agree to those terms, and mean it, we will leave and the matter is over. Understood?"

Ten-J glanced at his gang and then asked, "You mean, nothing will happen, even after what we did?"

"That's what we mean," Sam smiled, "Look, guys, what you did was wrong and you must never do it again. But..." A quick glance at Devon, "but you happened to pick on two guys who learned something about themselves tonight. And, I for one, actually enjoyed what happened," he moved to Ten-J and grabbed the young man's crotch, "especially the fucking." 

Ten-J, in turn, grabbed the officer's cloth covered ass and squeezed it, "Understood, officer. Understood, grandpa pig." He winked and smiled.

"Okay, then send the pictures to this email address and we'll consider the matter closed," Sam wrote the address on the back of one of his business cards and gave it to Ten-J.

After hearty handshakes all around, the two officers made their way downstairs to the patrol car. As they got in, the radio crackled to life, "Car 496 , report, please. Over."

Devon asked, "How do we explain being out of touch for so long?"

"Well, rookie, listen and learn." Sam cleared his throat and grabbed the microphone, "Car 496 here. Well, it's about time, where have you been for the last couple of hours? Over."

"What? What do you mean? We haven't heard from you. Over."

"Must have been a frozen antennae or something. We have been warming up some street people. Nothing more to report. Over."

"Okay, bring the car to the shop when you report in. Over."

Sam clicked off. Devon looked at him in amazement. "Okay, boy, I want you to promise you will not do that... often ... no, never. Understood?"

"Yes, Sergeant! Warming up street people, huh?"

"Well, technically they are street people and technically we helped warm them, right?"

"I have a lot to learn."

"One thing you don't have to learn is how to fuck. You do that well." Sam reached over and gave Devon's crotch a squeeze.

Devon in turn placed his hand on Sam's cloth covered cock squeezed and then let his hand travel beneath the older officer's balls. His finger located Sam's asshole by feeling the damp spot caused by cum. "You are a great fuck, Stillwell. Nice and tight. Even after all those fucks you got."

Sam caressed Devon's cock and felt it hardening. "Got one more fuck in ya, boy?"

"Here?" 

"Why not? Nobody here is gonna see anything they haven't seen before. And maybe they'll join in." Sam laughed.

The two climbed into the backseat. Sam removed his pants entirely; Devon dropped his. On his hands and knees, Sam pointed his ass at Devon and Devon, remembering what Sam had said upstairs, rammed his cock in hard.

"Ah, that's it. Give it to me. Good and hard. Make me feel every inch. That's it!"

With Sam's encouragement Devon reamed his partner's ass as hard as he could with long deep strokes, withdrawing until only his cockhead remained inside and then driving forward until his balls slapped Sam's.

Both men moaned in pleasure as they rutted like pigs in the back of their cruiser. It took twenty minutes for Devon to drain his cock again after the orgasms he had had upstairs. It was twenty minutes of sheer bliss for Sam. 

When they caught their breath and redressed they made their way out of the garage.

After driving for a while, Devon broke the silence by asking, "Does this mean we're gay? I mean, do I have to rethink my engagement?"

Sam contemplated before responding, "Devon, I don't think we need worry about labels. I know I love my wife very much and I will continue to love my wife. I learned tonight I enjoy sex with men, too. So, personally, I plan to stay married and get cock on the side. I'm not going to worry about labels. I recommend you do the same."

Devon smiled at Sam and replied, "That works for me, partner. That works for me."

"Good, now we can start the New Year off right. Happy New Year, Constable Devon Schmuland, Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year, Sergeant Stillwell. Happy New Year... and may many good fucks be yours this year."

Both officers laughed heartily. And were still laughing as they dropped the cruiser off at the police repair shop. 

The mechanics stared after the two speculating on what caused the wet spots on the seats of their uniform pants.