****** Nick and Danny by loopy ******
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Nick and Danny


WARNING: This is a very graphic story. If you have a weak stomach, don't read
it.

There's a certain feeling of comfort when it seems that life is going along
just as it should - nothing terribly exciting happening, but nothing
troublesome either. And there are periods in life when there are long stretches
of time that go so smoothly you could almost believe that tragedy never hits
anyone - the world just seems so right during those times.

I have a good job, it pays me well, I have confidence in my abilities at work,
and I'm well-liked there. My personal life is also very satisfying - I've been
dating the same woman for about 2 years now, and we have similar expectations
about where our relationship is going. I have a small but very close circle of
friends, and we see quite a bit of each other, sharing a lot of good times and
laughter.

I guess that any given morning, you could wake up to a day that will change
your life for ever, without any forewarning whatsoever. But people never really
think about that. I guess it's safer not to, really - I mean, who would want to
live life feeling like tragedy could hit at any second? Anyway, I was certainly
living from day to day, feeling good about life, and not expecting things would
change much, when I woke up as usual on a day when, if anything, I should have
had slightly above normal expectations - it was my 25th birthday.

I was never brought up to expect great things on my birthday like some people
are. As a child, my parents would invite a couple of my friends over and we
would go to a movie and have cake afterwards. My biggest birthday celebration
was when I turned 18 - a bunch of my friends threw a surprise party for me, and
I was truly taken off guard. They invited a house full of people, and we drank
and danced and had an incredible time until most of us could hardly stand up
any more.

But for my 25th, I didn't have anything particularly special planned. It was a
Saturday, and my girlfriend and a handful of other friends had agreed to meet
me for supper and drinks at one of our favorite restaurants. It was definitely
going to be low key.

So, like I said, my expectations for the day were not that high when I stumbled
out of bed at around 11 a.m. I'd had a pretty hectic week at work, and I had
gone to bed at a reasonable hour the night before, and had slept like a baby.
Still, I felt pretty groggy when I woke up - too much sleep perhaps.

I made some toast for breakfast and flipped through the channels on T.V. I
didn't have much to accomplish that day before meeting my friends at the
restaurant. I planned to stop at the bank and get a bit of money, and then
maybe go for a workout at the gym.

I soon tired of the T.V. and jumped into the shower. Then I headed for the bank
- I decided to walk seeing as it was a pretty warm day. I live in a good
neighbourhood, and I passed by happy little children playing in their front
yards as I walked along. There was no reason at all to suspect that in a matter
of minutes, my whole world would begin falling apart.

I was happy to see that there were only a few people in the bank - I hate long
line ups. I was at the front of the line, just about to walk to the teller,
when I heard shouting and a gun shot fired. The next few moments were entirely
surreal. It was like I was watching a movie in slow motion. I saw a man with a
balaclava over his face jumping up onto the counter - he was holding a gun and
shouting, but the words weren't clear to me and sounded like an echo in my
head. There were other men with masks on too - I saw at least two others. But
there were people running and the sound of screams and complete chaos all
around, and so I couldn't say for sure how many people may have been involved
in the robbery. I felt myself running like the others - although I was running
in no particular direction. My thoughts were cloudy and fear pounded in my
chest - I wasn't able to form an intelligent plan about how best to protect
myself - and running just seemed like the right thing to do.

I ran toward a man in a guard uniform - he was holding a gun too. He fired a
shot - I'm not sure if he hit anyone - but then I saw his body jerk as he was
hit by a bullet in the chest, and blood sprayed past me and was coating his
blue uniform.

Less than a minute had passed since I'd been standing at the front of the line
up at the teller - but it seemed like much longer. My legs were heavy and it
felt like I had been running forever, instead of just across the room. An alarm
was sounding, but I could still hear one woman screaming hysterically over the
sound of the alarm. Then I heard another shot, and she wasn't screaming any
more. The fear was so real - I'm not sure that I thought about it consciously
during those moments, but I knew on some level that people were being killed,
and I knew that I needed to find a way to safety, although I had no idea where
I could find a safe place in the utter chaos around me. I could hear sirens -
that meant the police must be here - I knew I'd be safest with the police, but
I didn't know where they were or how to get to them.

I tripped - I'm not sure what I'd fallen over. I tried to get up, and then I
felt someone pulling me by the hair. It was a man - I could tell, because I saw
his legs - he was wearing jeans. I could hear him yelling, "Over here! Over
here!" - I didn't know who he was speaking to.

He was pulling me across the floor - all I could see were his jeans and the
army boots on his feet. I was yelling and trying to grab at his hand which held
tightly to my hair. He pulled me through a doorway - we were in an office now
with new carpet on the floor - the manager's office? Another man came through
the doorway behind us, and shut the door. It made all of the noise from the
main lobby of the bank fade considerably - the only sound left was the ringing
of the alarm, and it, too, was much fainter here.

"Fuck!", the man with my hair in his hand was shouting. "Fucking hell!". He
pushed my head toward the floor, releasing my hair as he did so, and then
kicked me in the side of my body with incredible force. He knocked the wind out
of me, and I grabbed at my stomach. I could see now that I was in the room with
two of the men who had tried, apparently unsuccessfully, to rob the bank. And
they were clearly not very happy.

They started talking to each other in whispers, and I heard little of what they
said. I heard the word "hostage", but I had already realised that I would be
used as their ticket to safety. My mind was still whirling around with thoughts
- would I live? Would they kill me? Would the police comply with their demands?
I was engulfed in fear as I realised that my life now rested in the hands of my
captors and the people who would be responsible for negotiating with them. I
would have no say in the negotiations, and yet it was my life that hung in the
balance.

The office we were in was fairly large - perhaps 15 feet by 10 feet. Next to
the door, there was a thin window about 6 inches wide that ran from the ceiling
to the floor, so that we could see what was happening outside in the lobby. But
our room was large enough that we could stay to the side of the window, and the
people outside would not be able to see what was happening in the office.

One of my captors looked up and noticed a small camera in the corner of the
room, attached to the ceiling. He aimed his gun at it and was about to shoot,
when his partner said, "No!", and grabbed his arm.

"What the fuck are you doing?", the guy who was about to shoot the camera
asked.

"Listen, Nick", the other guy said, "that camera could come in handy later.
Like if they decide to move too slowly on meeting our demands, we can shoot
this fucker - ", and then he pointed at me - "in the leg or something, to show
them we mean business. The camera allows us to prove how serious we are about
getting our demands met"

Nick seemed to agree with his buddy's logic.

Nick picked up the phone and started dialing. He started speaking to someone -
perhaps the police - and telling them that he had a hostage and that he needed
to speak to someone in authority. He waited a few moments, and then started
giving the person on the other end of the phone a list of demands. They wanted
money and an armored car, with a plane waiting at the airport for their safe
escape to South America. My mind played out all of the movies I had seen where
these types of demands always ended in the capture of the villains - and
sometimes in the death of the hostage. Nick went on to warn whoever he was
speaking to that the police needed to keep a safe distance from the office we
were in to ensure that no one gets hurt.

Nick hung up the phone, and turned to his buddy. "Well, Danny", he said, "now
we wait".

I heard the alarm stop ringing, and from my position laying on the floor, I
turned my head slightly to see what I could see happening through the thin
window in the office. I could see a bunch of police across the lobby, but they
were indeed staying a safe distance away. It looked like the lobby of the bank
had been cleared out except for the police, although I couldn't see the entire
lobby, and I didn't know if there might be dead bodies still laying on the
floor.

We waited. I'm sure my captors found that time dragged slowly just as I did.
They were restless. They made sure to stay out of view of the window - they
didn't want to allow the police an opportunity to take a shot at them. I was
hoping that the police wouldn't take that kind of chance anyway - because if
they managed to shoot one guy, that would still leave one left who could choose
to kill me before going down himself.

The room wasn't terribly comfortable. There was only one chair - a swivel chair
from behind the desk which looked like it would have been fine to sit in - but
the floor was hard, and the big desk was certainly not a pleasant alternative.
I recognised that I was best to just keep laying on the hard floor until
otherwise directed by my captors, but I could see that they were uncomfortable
- each one sitting in the chair for a while, and then trading and letting the
other sit down. They appeared emotionally exhausted, which I'm sure they were -
I could certainly relate. They had yet to speak a word to me, and except for
the kick in the side that Danny had given me when we'd first entered the room,
they had not been rough or abusive. I hoped they planned to stay that way, but
I doubted it. I knew that if their demands were not met by the police in a
fairly short amount of time, that they would begin to abuse me - perhaps
shooting me in the leg as Danny had suggested - in order to get the police to
speed up the pace.

The room was very hot. Someone had obviously turned off the air conditioning -
was it in an effort to make my captors uncomfortable? Or perhaps it had been
damaged by the shooting that had taken place earlier. At any rate, I was
getting very warm, and I was in jean shorts and a light shirt. Nick was wearing
black jeans and a black sweater, and had a balaclava over his face. Danny also
had a balaclava, and was wearing jeans and a black sweat shirt. Both had on big
army boots. I could see patches of sweat forming under their arm pits, and the
smell of their body odour was beginning to fill the room. The heat was clearly
agitating them - I could see them wiping at the sweat forming on their necks.

"It's so bloody hot in here", Nick complained. He pointed at the balaclava on
his head, and said, "I think I'm taking this fucking thing off".

The two of them discussed whether that was a wise idea, before deciding that
once they got to South America, they would shave their heads and change their
appearance. Both of them removed their balaclava's and I could see a look of
relief hit them both instantly. They also pulled off their shirts.

Nick was a darker skinned guy - maybe half Lebanese? He had black shaggy hair
and dark eyes and was quite striking in appearance. His chest was covered in
thick dark hair. Danny was almost a complete opposite - light blond short hair
and blue eyes, with a totally smooth chest. Both of them were in their mid- to
late twenties. I wondered what would bring them to become involved in this kind
of life? They were big men, in good shape, good looking - they had a lot going
for them. What kind of background had they come from that would lead them to a
life of crime and danger? I thought about my very normal, predictable, but
extremely satisfying life, and realised that they had definitely been brought
up in a different world than the one I knew.

We continued to wait. It was getting hotter and both Nick and Danny seemed to
be getting more restless and agitated. Nick got back on the phone and started
yelling at someone - he ended up slamming down the receiver. "What did they
say?", Danny asked.

"They said these things take time", Nick said, almost spitting out the words.

"Should we shoot this fucker?", Danny asked, pointing to me. My heart jumped.

"No, not yet", Nick replied. "We don't know how long this is going to take to
play out, and the last thing we need is for him to bleed to death before we get
what we want".

As much as I could under the circumstances, I relaxed again - what Nick said
made sense.

So we waited.

The clock on the wall showed 4 p.m. I was due at supper in two hours. I
wondered how much of the story had hit the news so far. The police surely
didn't know my name - so the media would not have reported that I was the one
being held hostage. My friends would be wondering why the hell I didn't show up
at supper. They would call my home. They'd be worried. I wondered if I would
live to look back on this birthday as one to remember for all time.

Nick's voice broke the silence. "I have to piss. Is there a garbage can
anywhere?"

Nick and Danny both looked around. Then Danny chuckled, and made a suggestion
that would throw another twist into the whole day. He pointed at me and said,
"Why don't you piss in his mouth?". Had I heard correctly?

Nick laughed.

"Yeah, Nick", Danny continued, "do it so they can see it over the camera -
maybe if we start torturing this fucker, they'll hurry more to meet our
demands".

Nick laughed again, and picked up the phone. "Hey you fuckers, you're going too
fucking slow. We're going to start playing with our hostage - in a not very
pleasant way. Who knows how fucked up we'll get? So if you want to spare him
the agony, you'd best get your fucking asses in gear". He slammed down the
phone.

Nick walked toward me with a smile on his face. I looked at the big gun in his
hand, and then back at his face. I knew there was nothing I could do to stop
what was about to happen.

"Come here", he grabbed my hair, dragging me to my knees. He pulled me to one
end of the desk, where we were in plain view of the camera. He sat up on the
desk, and had me kneeling before him. I was filled with fear and completely
disgusted about what I knew was about to happen. He started undoing the top
button of his jeans. He looked right into my eyes, grinning as he slowly popped
open each button of his fly. Danny was sitting on the chair beside him,
chuckling and enjoying how Nick was playing with my mind.

Suddenly, Nick's face contorted and he snorted snot back into his throat. Then
he hoarked it up into his mouth, and spit it straight into my face. It hit me
right between the eyes, and started running down onto both of my cheeks. Both
Nick and Danny were laughing. Nick snorted and hoarked again, then reached his
hand out, grabbing my chin. He leaned forward, and spit right into my mouth. I
could feel the chunks of his snot on my tongue as he pushed my mouth closed,
and said, "Swallow". I gulped down his gob, trying hard not to gag at the
thought. I knew we were only at the beginning of my hell, and that I still had
to drink his piss. The thought made me shudder. I wondered how many people were
watching this unfold - who was at the other end of that camera on the ceiling.
I had no idea how many people might be witnessing my utter humiliation.

"Okay, fucker", Nick said, pulling his cock out of his open fly, "open up your
mouth".

Nick had a large uncut cock that flopped down through his open fly like a heavy
hunk of raw meat. My mouth was about a foot from his cock. Nick started to
piss, spraying my face before finding his aim and shooting his stream through
my lips and into my throat. "Drink it down", he said, as both he and Danny
laughed and glanced up at the camera. I fought to swallow the putrid piss. I
was afraid I would begin to choke if I didn't keep up with the flow. Nick
really did have to piss - it went on and on. I grew more accustomed to the
taste, but still felt revolted about what I was being forced to do. His piss
burned my throat and when he was finally finished, I was left with a disgusting
after taste.

Nick seemed very proud of himself. He had a cocky grin on his face that made me
want to slap it. He must have seen the look of contempt on my face, because he
swung his gun around so that it was facing my mouth, pushed it against my lips,
and said, "Suck it".

His eyes were a mixture of anger, power, and glee as I wrapped my lips around
his gun and started to suck. He moved the gun back and forth in my mouth, like
it was fucking me, while saying, "Ooo, baby, suck it. Feels so fucking good in
your mouth, bitch".

He leaned over, putting his face right close to mine, panting heavily in my
face and making sexual sounds, "Uh, uh, uh, that's right bitch, suck it until
it blows". My fear-filled eyes looked deep into his when he said this, causing
a grin to spread across his face. He pulled the gun out so it was an inch from
my mouth. "Do you want it to cum?", he asked.

"No", I responded, "please no".

"You're not going to give us any problems today, are you?", he asked.

"No", I said, "I promise".

"And you'll do anything we want, right?"

"Yes, I'll do anything".

Nick pulled the gun away from my face, and I resumed breathing again. "I've got
to piss, too", Danny said, raising himself up from the chair, "but I want you
on your back. Lay down on the desk".

I crawled onto the desk and laid down. Danny jumped up onto the desk as well,
standing so that his feet were on either side of my waist. He looked down at my
face and said, "I want you to drink every fucking drop, you understand?". I
nodded my head.

Danny began to piss, but he held his cock so that it was pointed slightly
upward, making a his piss shoot up like a fountain and creating an arc before
it splashed down onto my face. I tried to get as much of it as I could into my
mouth, but by the time his piss reached my face, it was more of a splatter than
a stream, so much of it ended up in my face and on the desk. Both Danny and
Nick laughed at my efforts to catch as much as I could in my mouth. Danny had
told me to drink it all, and there was no way I was going to disobey either of
them. They were high on the power they had over me, and clearly pleased at
their efforts to force me into degrading acts. They regularly glanced at the
camera, knowing full well that there were people watching me being humiliated
in this way.

Once finished pissing, Danny bent down and grabbed my hair. He forced me to
turn over so that I was on my hands and knees, and he was straddling my body
from behind. He pushed my face into the piss that had sprayed onto the desk and
said, "Lick it up". I began lapping up the piss like a dog while he wiped my
face across the desk.

He continued to hold my hair, twisting it once again while saying, "Now get
back onto your back". I flipped over so that I was laying on my back once
again. Danny sat down on my chest, facing me. He legs dropped over my shoulders
and hung down beside the desk, so that I was supporting his whole weight on my
chest. It was very heavy and I was having a hard time breathing, which made him
snicker. He did up his fly and then just sat there for a minute, looking down
at me. Then he smiled in a mischievious way, and I could tell that he'd just
come up with a new idea about how to humiliate me.

He moved his index finger up toward his nose, and started digging in his
nostril. My stomach churned at the thought of what was coming. He pulled his
finger out with a huge glob of brown and greenish snot on the end of it, and
pointed it toward my face. Nick burst into laughter and said "All right!", in a
triumphant sort of voice as he watched what Danny was doing to me.

Danny put his finger down by my lips and said, "Lick it off". He glanced at the
camera and then back down at me as I slowly stuck my tongue out and licked at
his snot. It was partly slimey, partly crusty as I took it onto the end of my
tongue. "You must feel so disgusted", he said, with a laugh. I gagged slightly,
confirming that I was completely revolted, and both Danny and Nick laughed
again.

"Now eat it", Danny said. I pulled my tongue back into my mouth, and allowed
the huge snot to slip down into my throat. I could feel the crustiness of the
snot as it slid down past my adam's apple, and into my stomach. I was relieved
I'd managed to get it down without puking.

Danny moved his finger back to his nose, repeating the whole process. He had me
lick his snotty finger 5 times before I was through. Nick came over to the side
of the desk and said to Danny, "There's an easier way than that, you know".
Then he leaned over so that his face was directly above mine, put his nose over
my mouth and said to me "Open up, fucker". I opened my mouth, and saw him press
his index finger against one of his nostrils. Then he shot a quick burst of air
through the other nostril, causing a wad of his snot to shoot into my mouth. I
could feel Danny's body shake with laughter as he sat on my chest. Nick shot
another wad of snot into my mouth from his other nostril, and then pulled his
head up.

"Stick out your tongue", he said, "I want to see how much I gave you".

I stuck out my tongue to reveal the wad of snot sitting on it. Nick smiled,
apparently impressed with himself at how much snot he'd been able to produce
for me. Then he said, "Swallow it", and once again, I forced the snot down into
the back of my throat, and swallowed.

Just then, the phone rang, startling us all. Danny jumped up off my chest and
pushed me off the desk. I slid to the floor, feeling degrading and sickened at
what had just transpired, and grateful that the sound of the phone had brought
it to an end - even if just momentarily.

Nick spoke to the caller, and sounded quite pleased at what was being said.

He got off the phone and told Danny that the armored car was on its way, and
that the plane was lined up for them at the airport. It looked like we wouldn't
have much longer to wait.

Danny sat back down into the chair. Nick looked at me laying on my side on the
floor, and pointed to the wall, saying, "Lay down on your back over there, with
your head against the wall".

I did as he commanded, and he came over to me, sitting his ass down on my face,
with his back leaning up against the wall. "Ahhh", he said, "this is much more
comfortable".

I could smell the sweat and shit from his ass through his dirty black jeans - I
had noted earlier that neither Nick or Danny was wearing underwear. It appeared
that it may have been some time since Nick had washed the jeans he was wearing.


Nick was sitting with his legs stretched out in front of him, so that the full
weight of his body was on my head. It was very heavy, especially since my head
was against the hard floor, and my face was squished up into his ass so tightly
that it was hard to breathe. But I was really in no position to argue about my
level of comfort. It appeared that Nick and Danny had been distracted enough by
the call that they were no longer actively trying to disgust and humiliate me -
with the exception of Nick's ass on my face, which was certainly more bearable
than the earlier spit, piss, and snot had been.

Again we waited. Nick started to get agitated - I could feel his body shifting
around. I had no idea what Danny was doing at this point in time, but I could
hear him sigh loudly every once in a while. As the minutes passed, it was clear
that they had both anticipated a call back sooner than this.

Nick shifted again, and started to laugh - I could feel his body jiggling. I
didn't know why he was laughing until a second later, when he squeezed out a
fart.

Now, I have smelled some pretty rank things in my life just as anyone has - but
the smell of Nick's fart that swept directly into my nose straight from his ass
was the most horrifying, disgusting thing I had ever been exposed to until that
moment. A second fart squished out, and I thought I would die.

I could hear Danny say, "What's that smell?", and then a second later, I heard
his laughter join in with Nick.

"That is fucking rank!", Danny said through his laughter - and he had the
benefit of being several feet away from the source.

"I think I have another one", Nick announced, grunting several times. The
earlier farts had been relatively quiet, but this one exploded from his ass
like the sound of a backfiring car. I could actually feel it burning into my
nose and down to my lungs, and I started to choke and gag at the smell, nearly
throwing up. I was pushing at Nick's ass, frantically trying to get him off of
my face, shouting, "Please! You're killing me! I can't breathe!". This only
made them howl more with laughter.

Finally, I could feel Nick lean over to one side and begin to raise himself off
of my face. I felt relieved until I heard him say, "Okay, I'll get up. I need
to pull down my pants any way because I have to take a shit".

I was horrified to look up and see Nick pulling down his jeans, and then
bending his knees and leaning his back up against the wall, so that his ass was
about a foot and a half over my face.

"Please! No!", I begged, making them both laugh again. Nick pointed his gun
toward my face, and looked down at me between his legs.

I shut up immediately, realising that I had no say in this situation. "You said
the wrong thing", Nick said.

"I'm sorry", I said weakly.

He farted again.

"Do you think you deserve to be forgiven?", he asked, smiling.

"I'm really sorry", I said again, "Go ahead, shit on me. Please - I want you
to".

Nick's face twisted into an evil smile. Then he started to grunt, and his face
became contorted. He glanced up at the camera, and then back down at me. Danny
got up from his chair, and bent down, to get a better look at the action.

I looked at him, hoping to see mercy in his eyes - but I saw a smirk instead.

And then I saw the first log creeping out from Nick's ass. It fell and slapped
across my face with a squishing sound, and the smell was straight from the pit
of hell.

Nick continued grunting, making exaggerated sounds, "Ahhh, mmmhhh!", and more
of his shit flopped down across my face.

After I was buried under 4 or 5 of his logs, he raised himself, and turned
around so he could face me and get a better look at the job he'd done. "That
must be so incredibly gross", Danny said, covering his nose with his hand to
try to shield himself from the sickening smell.

"That was the most satisfying dump I've ever taken", Nick said laughing.

I laid there with Nick's shit on my face while the two of them admired how much
success they'd had in humiliating me. I knew that the camera was catching it
all for others to see as well.

Nick kicked my side, and told me to roll over and get on my hands and knees. I
turned my head, allowing all of his shit to drop from my face and onto the
floor. I positioned my body like a dog, and looked down at the pile of shit.
Then I looked up at Nick, whose face was glowing with absolute power.

"Bow before my shit", he said, his voice almost shaking with the power. I bent
my arms and bowed to his shit.

"Worship my shit", he commanded, "kiss it!".

I put my lips to his shit and kissed it over and over again. Out of the corner
of my eye, I could see him stroking his cock. He was so high on his power over
me, that it was becoming sexual for him.

"Keep kissing it!", Nick said, breathing louder.

I could feel Danny moving around behind me, and then I felt him undoing my
shorts and pulling them down. Then I felt something hard press against my
asshole. I could feel his cock pressing into my hole, and the pain was beyond
what I had ever felt. I screamed out, but Nick commanded again "Kiss my shit,
fucker!", so I concentrated on kissing his shit.

Danny grabbed my hair and began fucking me wildly. The pain was beyond belief,
but I had no time to think about that before Danny forced my face to squish
into the shit. Nick was yelling out "Eat it! Eat it you fucker!"

I sucked one of the logs into my mouth - the taste was completely putrid and I
gagged as I tried to swallow it down. I was experiencing complete revulsion as
I tried to force myself to swallow it - I was having a hard time convincing
myself to do it, despite the fact that I knew my life depended on it. The
texture on my tongue made the thought that much more vile. Finally, I managed
to get it down, only to feel my stomach begin to churn. All of the disgusting
things I'd been forced to do caught up with me, and I felt myself getting sick.
My stomach heaved and I threw up all over the remaining shit on the floor.

Both Danny and Nick burst into laughter as they watched me heave and vomit
three times. Nick then fell down onto his knees beside me, and grabbed my hair
from Danny. While Danny continued fucking me, Nick forced my face into the shit
and puke on the floor, all the while jerking his cock with his other hand. He
was laughing and screaming out "Lick it all up, you fucking bitch!".

I licked at the puke and shit on the floor. Nick saw a hunk of the snot I had
earlier swallowed floating in the puke, and he pushed my face toward it. "Eat
that, too, you sick disgusting bastard!". I slurped up the snot and swallowed
it once again.

Nick started to cry out, and he pulled my head toward his cock just in time to
shoot spurts of his cum all over my face. He kept crying out as he shot over
and over.

Then, I felt Danny pull out of my ass and grab my hair from Nick. He pulled me
around so his cock was in my face, and I saw the shit-covered meat for only a
second before it was stuffed into my mouth. The taste of my shit on Danny's
cock was soon joined by the taste of his cum, as he spurted his huge load into
my throat.

Danny pulled out his cock and Nick pushed me over with his foot, forcing me
onto my back once again. Nick then sat down on my face, so that he was looking
down into my eyes, and said, "There's just a little bit more inside".

I felt his hole open, and a piece of his shit pushing past my lips and into my
mouth. Of all the things that had happened so far, this was the most degrading
- having Nick shit directly into my mouth and forcing me to eat it. By this
time I wasn't even gagging at the taste, and I became that much more disgusted
that I'd grown used to it.

Once I'd swallowed his log, Nick said, "Lick my shit hole, fucker. Lick it
clean".

I licked at his ass, tasting what remained in his crack. I licked at the hole
and at the dark hairs that surrounded it until I could taste that it was
totally clean. Nick smiled down at me the whole time.

Suddenly, there was a loud crashing sound, as the police burst into the room.
Nick and Danny had been so caught up in abusing me, that it took them
completely by surprise, and each of them was tackled by a group of several
cops. They struggled violently, but the police far out numbered them, and had
them pinned down and handcuffed within a minute.

I lay on the floor, completely exhausted. I couldn't even speak. The cops were
leaving the room with Nick and Danny, and one cop turned and walked towards me.
He was a young guy, very big, and I was so thankful to see him that I felt like
crying. I tried to speak, but I wasn't able to make any sense.

He knelt down beside me and said, "I saw everything that happened to you
through that camera. That must have been so disgusting and difficult for you".

Again, I couldn't say anything, and I just looked down in humiliation.

That's when I noticed a hard-on through his pants. I looked up at his face, and
then back down at his pants, watching him pull down his fly and pull out his
stiff, massive cock with a huge bead of pre-cum on the end of it.

He pointed it toward my face, stroked it three times, and then shot a hug load
of cum into my already filthy, wet face. He wiped his cock over my lips, pushed
it back into his pants, pulled up his fly, and then took me by the arm. "Come
on", he said, "it's all over now".

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