Elsewhere in the room, there was the rustle of fabric and the sound of footwear being discarded on the floor, as the cops undressed. Soon, virtually all of them were naked.
It was turning into a real cop orgy, Franck realized, in a daze—even better than the kind of gangbang which sometimes took place in the back room of a gay bar, because this time he was handcuffed, helpless, completely at these cops’ sexual mercy. This was no fantasy—he really was these men’s prisoner, their slave!
Frederic alternated, feverishly, between going down on Franck’s rip-roaring hard-on and removing his mouth from it and poking his tongue down lower, to lick the hustler’s large, swollen balls. It felt obscenely good to be used for another man’s pleasure like that. Franck looked down and watched the handsome Algerian savagely sucking him. He didn’t even realize that the effects of the amyl were gradually wearing off. He stood there, arms raised and wrists shackled above his head, his body slack. His ass felt totally passive and accepting, and comfortably loosened by the repeated impact of Rocco’s hard-driven ramrod, which lunged in and out of his anus with maniacal force. Every time the big cop shoved his huge dick all the way in, it seemed to Franck that it was Rocco’s cock, rather than his own, which was being plunged right through his body from behind, and emerging in front of his groin to be jammed deep down Frederic’s strangulated throat!
“Ah, shove it all the way up my ass, you motherfucker—I’m going to come!” Franck yelled, when he felt Frederic’s fast-sucking mouth begin to achieve its desired effect.
“I’ll shove it so far up your ass that you’ll choke on it, you fucking slave,” Rocco threatened. “In a minute, you’re going to have the biggest load of cop cum anybody’s ever had! I’m getting so close. Oh, shit, am I ever getting close!” the burly cop cried, breathlessly. He went on pulling his prick almost all the way out of Franck’s ravaged ass, before driving it right back in, to the balls—which banged against the lower curves of Franck’s firm, quivering ass cheeks. Still red from the blows of the flogger, those buttocks vibrated, enticingly. “Take it, punk!”
“Keep sucking my dick, you black cop bastard. I’m going to shoot,” Franck hissed at Frederic. “Get ready to take a hot load down your cocksucking throat, cop!”
“Still kind of mouthy for a slave, isn’t he, men?” one of the mutually masturbating spectators remarked, fighting for breath and self-control.
“Yeah, the little fucker needs a lot more discipline. He needs to be taught some respect for the law! But go ahead, Frederic, suck him off. I want him to be good and hot when I blow my wad up his ass,” Rocco declared. “Suck him, man. Make him come! And you, punk—take this dick of mine up your whore ass! Find out what it’s like to be fucked by a man for a change, kid. Take it up your butt, you nasty, hot-assed little shit, you! Aw, hell—here it comes—all of it! I’m just about to blow! Take it, slave!”
Franck felt the tremendous explosion of a veritable geyser of unbelievably hot, wet, sticky jism being injected deep into his anus, shot far up into his rectal recesses and rinsing them out in a flood of cop cum!
“God damn! Take it, slave!” Rocco continued bellowing, like a madman, as his deeply buried nightstick pumped still more of his potent, steaming seed out of his big, hairy balls and into Franck’s bruised and abused ass, which had given the tough cop such a wild, sustained ride. As the hot liquid trickled upward, deep inside his colon, Franck could feel his own load—so pent-up, so pressurized by now that it felt agonizingly painful to retain it any longer—rising, fast and boiling hot, into his tortured, well-sucked cock.
“Aw, shit! You cocksucker! Take mine—my load. I’m going to blow your goddamn throat wide open, cop! Get ready to suck down my cum. Open your throat wide and take it all. Uh!” Franck gurgled, when his cock exploded its full charge of semen into Frederic’s desperately sucking mouth.
Franck’s cockhead was suddenly surrounded by a soothing bath of its own cum. Frederic held every drop of the thick cream which Franck pumped into his mouth, before he finally started to swallow it. Franck’s cock was lubricated by its own rich fluid as the exciting feeling of ejaculation grew, drawing even more sperm out of his twisting, writhing body.
The handcuffs rattled when he involuntarily strained at them, trying to break free in his forceful orgasmic throes. At last, he gave up and dangled, slack-bodied, from the restraints, shuddering, feeling the final hot spurts of cum shooting out of his prick—and then his erection began to go limp between Frederic’s still-nursing lips. The Algerian had drained him of all he had to give.
Franck also felt Rocco’s awesome fuck tool going soft inside him as it, too, stopped its ejaculatory throbbing and remained still, submerged in a bath of its own cum, deep up Franck’s ravaged ass.
Franck went limp, suspended from his cuffed wrists, and Rocco began pulling his spent, rapidly deflating prick out of the prisoner’s thoroughly cum-lubricated anus, inch by inch. Both men grunted when the thick head of the cop’s penis popped free of the taut grip of Franck’s sphincter. Franck was surprised by the sense of sudden emptiness and deprivation, as though his body was no longer complete now that he no longer had that cock—hell, any cock, so long as it was a big one, and stiff!—filling his hole, fucking him to oblivion and back, and finally loading him with its potent jism. But at least he could feel the wet sperm trickling out of his body, as he trembled, uncontrollably. He’d been bred, by the brutal, well-built policeman—bred, inseminated!
Now that Rocco was no longer restricting his movements, Franck pulled back within his restricted range of motion, freeing his own limp cock from Frederic’s voracious oral grasp. He was astonished to see one of the other cops come rushing over, kneeling down in front of him, and placing his mouth tightly over the Algerian’s panting lips. Franck could see the kneeling cop’s throat work as he swallowed, fast and hard, groaning with pleasure—and Franck realized that the man was sucking Franck’s cum right out of Frederic’s mouth, swallowing as much of it as he could obtain, himself.
Still breathing hard, and sweating profusely, Rocco looked around at his companions. The two studs who’d been jacking each other off had finished, and they were leaning against the wall, both of their hands dripping with each other’s sticky white cum. Rocco saw that the cop who was now sharing Franck’s cum with Frederic had also succeeded in sucking off one of his other buddies and swallowing his jism, traces of which remained om the smirking police officer’s flaccid prick.
“Anyone else want to fuck this punk?”
Franck heard Rocco ask the question, behind him. There was no response for a moment, just the sound of general heavy breathing coming from all around the room, as the cops slowly began to recover from their orgy.
“No, we can have him next time,” one of the men replied. “He’s precinct property, now, isn’t he? Up for grabs any time we want?”
“Well, technically he’s Brun’s boy. But our buddy Charles is the generous type. He’s always willing to share,” Rocco said.
Charles? Franck asked himself. Who the hell is Charles? Then he realized that this must be Brun’s given name. He’d been having sex with the guy, all this time, without knowing his full name.
“Aw, what the hell?” one naked, hard-breathing cop said. “I’ll screw him!”
Once the idea of subjecting their prisoner to further anal abuse had been put into the cops’ susceptible heads, it seemed to grip them, like a contagious fever.
Franck got fucked! It was, for all practical purposes, a sexual assembly line. One cop after another stepped up behind him, and used his ass. One hard, hot cop dick after another was shoved up his ass. Some of the men who used him didn’t ejaculate, but pulled out, reserving their cum for other activities, with their buddies. Others made a point of coming in Franck’s ass, breeding him, filling him with their seed. He received load after load of semen.
One freaky number kept insisting on licking and sucking Franck’s ass, during the brief intervals when his fellow cops weren’t busy ab
using it. The taste of the other cops’ cum, deposited in Franck’s butt, seemed to drive the man insane with lust. While he tongued Franck’s hole, he jerked himself so violently that his cock seemed to be in danger of injured by his fist.
No longer struggling, Franck hung there from his bonds, limply, allowing his asshole to be violated by cop after cop, cock after cock. His upraised arms ached. His handcuffed wrists hurt, and his fingers felt numb. Sweat ran down his body.
Worse, he was aroused. His own cock never lost its rigidity. It stuck out in front of him, neglected, pulsating, fucking the air in its mute desperation to be touched and stroked and soothed. One or two of his rapists finally deigned to reach around him and jerk him while they fucked him, for which Franck was grateful. Others actually sucked him, kneeling down in front of him and providing Franck with some soothing distraction, with their mouths. Most of the time during his anal ordeal, though, he was left high and dry, in a state of sustained and painful frustration.
“We should’ve kept count of how many loads we’ve given him,” one of the cops remarked.
“Some of you greedy bastards have come back for seconds—and thirds,” Rocco pointed out, with a laugh. “Damn! That pretty little hole is elastic! I’d have expected it to be stretched out wide and unable to snap back, by now.”
“This punk must have the hottest ass in Marseille,” one cop declared. “That horny motherfucker Brun—he sure knows how to pick them. And how to break them in!”
“Please, officers,” Franck moaned.
“Please what, slave?” Rocco taunted him. “Please fuck your ass some more? Please give you some more cop dick? Is that what you want, pretty boy? Sure—my buddies and I, we’ll give you all the cock you want. And then some!”
“No,” Franck pleaded. “I can’t take much more of this. I’m not kidding, sir. Please. Even though you guys are cops, you must have some heart. You’re killing me!”
“Aw, you poor baby,” Rocco crooned, mock-solicitously. “Well—you’ve been a good whore, on the whole. Maybe we should let up on you, a little. Last call, men. Anybody who wants to fuck Brun’s bitch again—do it now, and get it over with. The kid’s hole must be sore, by now.”
“Give him a break,” Claude said. “We’ve all had him. He’s served his purpose.”
Franck checked his perverse impulse to beg, abjectly, to receive another cock up his ass. After all, he ought to be grateful that his ordeal was apparently over, and that he’d gotten off comparatively lightly. Still, he was almost disappointed that none of the cops wanted to subject him to further abuse!
At the same time, though, he was grateful to Claude, for speaking up on his behalf. Maybe the rookie wasn’t such a prick, after all!
“Please—please, sir,” Franck whispered, addressing Rocco. “My arms are starting to go numb. Please, will you let me down?”
“Starting to learn to mind your manners, are you, bitch?” Rocco asked, contemptuously. “It’s about time! Okay, let him go.” He handed Frederic the handcuff key. Quickly, Frederic released Franck’s rubbed-raw, aching wrists from the metal restraints, and Franck’s naked body collapsed in a heap onto the hard, unyielding floor.
He felt a slight trickle of surplus semen running out of his ass and down his leg, wetting the floorboards beneath his butt, and he blushed hotly with shame, unable to look any of his tormentors in the face.
But Rocco had noticed the cause of his embarrassment. “What a cum dump,” he said, dismissively. “Got that jizz just running out of you, don’t you? You’d better go and take a shit, kid, or you’re going to mess yourself when you put your pants back on,” he advised Franck, sounding almost amused. “That must be quite a load of cop cum you’re holding in there.”
Without replying, Franck got up and staggered past the grinning cops, in search of the bathroom. When he found it, he squatted over the toilet and he quickly and gratefully relieved himself of a seemingly unending stream of semen, which came from deep within his ass. Then he grabbed a handful of toilet paper from the roll in the nearby wall dispenser, wadded it up, and wiped himself with it. After flushing the toilet and washing his hands in the sink, Franck returned to the other room. There, he began to collect his clothes and put them on—hastily, before one of these sex fiends decided they weren’t finished with him, yet!
The cops, many of whom hadn’t yet bothered to get dressed, or to adjust their clothing, were busy refreshing their drinks. Only Rocco seemed to take any particular notice of Franck, now that the men’s lust had been slaked.
“How’re you doing, kid?” he asked Franck, gruffly.
“I guess I’ll live,” Franck mumbled. Not that you care, though! he added, to himself.
Rocco snickered. “Had all the hot, hard cop dick you wanted, huh? And then some!”
“Yes—yes, sir. Please—can I go now?”
“Sure. Nobody’s stopping you, you know. We’ve all had what we wanted from you—for now,” Rocco said, rather ominously. “I’m sure we’ll see you again. Don’t worry—we’ll tell Brun what a good, cooperative boy you were. Oh, and by the way—congratulations, punk. You’re now officially the precinct bitch!”
Franck wasted no time in fleeing from the house. He staggered to where his motorcycle was parked. He mounted it, wincing when his sore ass touched the seat. Never mind the throbbing in his well-fucked manhole—his buttocks still burned, from the flogging Rocco had given them. Grimacing, Franck put the bike in gear and sped off into the night.
Chapter Ten: Roused from His Nap
One afternoon at Didier’s current part-time job, business was slow. His boss finally told him he could leave early.
Didier had mixed emotions. He didn’t mind having some unexpected free time. But he was paid by the hour, of course, so the early dismissal would mean less money in his next paycheck.
He went home. Franck wasn’t there. Didier stripped, showered, and went into his bedroom, where he crawled into the unmade bed. Putting on a set of lightweight headphones, he listened to some music, while, intermittently, he dozed off.
At some point, returning to full consciousness, he realized that the music had come to an end. He was about to sit up and make another selection, when he became aware of sounds coming from elsewhere in the apartment, loud enough to be heard even with the headphones. Didier took them off and listened.
He heard thumps and slapping noises, which seemed to be coming from the living room. And then, to his amusement, although hardly to his surprise, he caught the unmistakable sound of his roommate’s voice.
“Oh, yeah, I like it just like that,” Franck was saying, and making no effort to keep his voice down. “You I know I do! So give it to me. Harder—harder, please!”
Franck must’ve brought a trick, or a john, home with him, Didier thought. And they couldn’t even wait to go into Franck’s bedroom before they started getting it on!
As a rule, he and Franck were discreet, and tried not to interrupt when one of them was entertaining a visitor.
On this occasion, though, curiosity got the better of Didier. Getting out of bed, he opened his bedroom door, and, nude, he padded barefoot toward the living room, eager to see just what his roommate was up to. If the other guy was halfway decent-looking, Didier might suggest that they turn the twosome into a threesome. It wouldn’t be first time that had happened.
He wasn’t quite prepared for what he saw. A bottle of wine, half empty, and two wineglasses were on the coffee table. Also on the table, beside one of the glasses, was what Didier recognized as a metal inhaler, used to snort amyl. Strewn across the floor, nearby, were the individual items of a policeman’s uniform, and what looked to Didier like some of Franck’s clothes. And, next to the coffee table, Franck and Brun were going at it together. Both men were naked and aroused. Judging by the flushed, sweaty state of their skin, they’d been having sex for some time. Didier must have been sleeping soundly before the sex soundtrack awakened him!
Franck was on the couch, on his knees on
the leather cushions, leaning over one of the armrests, which he clutched in both hands, his fingertips indenting the upholstery. Brun stood between the couch and the coffee table. He was using his black leather belt to beat Franck’s upraised, exposed, and vulnerable backside.
“More,” Franck gasped, as Brun swung the belt and it connected with Franck’s ass cheeks, delivering a loud, stinging impact. “Please, sir—hurt me some more!”
“No, you like this too much,” the naked blond cop sneered. “It’s not punishment any more—it’s fun time, for you! Yeah, being whipped like this is a special treat, boy, and one which you have to earn. Suck my balls. You do a good job of that, and then—maybe—I’ll smack your whore ass some more.”
He moved to stand at the end of the couch, facing Franck, with his erect cock protruding out from his groin above the armrest, aimed like a phallic missile at Franck’s rapt, eager face. Franck’s wet pink tongue slide out of his mouth and swabbed the penis, coating it with his saliva. Then, deftly, he twisted his head down lower and opened his mouth wider, far enough so that he could stuff both of the cop’s big, blond-haired balls inside his mouth at once. Grunting in a mindless, bestial-sounding way, emitting snorts of labored breath, Franck began to suck on the testicles, greedily, making obscene, loud slurping noises as he did so.
“That’s right, slave,” Brun purred, stroking Franck’s sweaty, disheveled hair with his hands. “Work on those cop nuts. You like the way they feel and taste in your mouth, don’t you? Yeah, we both know you do. Breathe deep while you suck on them. Smell my funky crotch. You like that, too. Shit, look at you! It’s making your cock hard. Don’t you dare touch your cock, though, not until I give you permission to jerk yourself. Now, let my balls out of your mouth, and get your mouth in there under and behind them. Lick the muscle there, the one that connects my ball sac up with my ass. Yeah, that’s a good boy, a good whore. Come on, get your fucking slave face in there tighter, and lick and sniff. Smell my cop ass. You’re going to be rimming it, in a minute.”
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