Chapter 5 - part 2
Jack felt the thing stiffen up fully and the firm hand of the officer move to the back of his head to keep him in place. A rush of nerves filled his chest and his heart pounded furiously. He knew there was no turning back from this point on. Proper straight bloke facefuckin territory... Forcin it right in... You want that, don'tcha Jack? A bolt of shame shot through his skull, but his dick jerked in acknowledgement. His arms ached behind his back. The taste was sweet and intense, overpoweringly so compared to the bullying officer's salty edge. He savoured the man's unfathomable scent. Masculine. Virile.
'That's right, Harry, you fuckin show him. Teach him some respect with that meat o yours, yeah?' The burly officer continued to stroke himself at the undeniably horny sight of his inexperienced colleague's first leap into sexual domination.
'Yeahhhh... I'll fuckin show im.'
Harry knew full well he shouldn't be doing this, but once over the initial shock, he felt the forbidden thrill of violation and the carnal power of his manhood kick in. Waves of pleasure spiralled up his taut body... Almost forgotten how good this felt. Shit. His wife never did this much; she didn't like the fuckin taste, nor takin it deep. He watched his long glistening prick as it sensuously slid in and out of the lad's mouth; soft lips makin it feel so nice; keen tongue stimulating all the right places. Workin deeper now, a nice steady fuckin rhythm. Yeahhhh. Pushin it right in. Unnatural desire making perfect sense in the heat of arousal.
'You likin the taste o that prick, Kenton? Juicy enough for yer? Bet you can't wait to swallow his fuckin load...' The bully grinned, utterly turned on by the hot scene before him. Harry nodded his agreement in a pleasure-filled trance and forced his sleek weapon in deeper. Base instincts seeking gratification.
Jack moaned in agreement. It seemed as if the man's lengthy prick had something of a downward curve to it and this, together with his recent daily practice, meant it was searching out his throat with minimum effort. Perfectly designed for facefuckin, thought the lad... Yeahhhhhhhh. Never thought you'd be doin this to a guy, did yer mate? I'm gonna fuckin make you want this again and again... The dark trousers filled his vision as the officer's thrusts became more insistent, Jack actively responding to the man's rightful needs with all the deepthroating talent and lubrication he could muster, his young lips clamped tight on the hard flesh.
'Takin it like a bitch, ain'tcha...' Harry could feel the aggression surging within him. Jack again moaned in agreement: that's exactly what a straight bloke would want.
'We can see how much you're enjoyin it, Kenton. Don't you worry, there'll be plenty more o this comin your way. I'm gonna organise somethin special for yer very soon. You're gonna get your throat fucked raw...' The older man grinned. He meant every word.
Once more the burly officer's threat stunned him with its sickeningly powerful simplicity. He pictured the interrogation room full of ruff n tuff straight blokes, surrounding him, pushing him to his knees, taking their long juicy dicks out from their jeans and trackies, every single one demanding their meat be serviced to temporarily satisfy their sexual denial, every single one ready to coat his mouth and throat with streaks of hot seed. Hours of hard facefuckin. And when his mouth got tired and he begged em to stop? He knew enough about his fellow inmates already to know they'd just be a pack of fuckin animals. It wouldn't stop. They'd take whatever they wanted... The terrifying fantasy lodged in his skull. It's gonna happen one day, Jack. You know it will... He's gonna make it happen. That's what bad lads like you deserve... His dick jerked stiffly in fearful arousal, and his smothered instincts gave a snarl of fury.
Before too long, Harry could feel himself gettin ready to blow. He hadn't had any action at all the past five days, and the good sensations were just too good to resist. He was pumping the lad's face good n proper now: serious punishment; the real fuckin deepthroat deal. Feel the power of my fuckin prick, bitch... Gonna swallow my fuckin load, ain't yer? Yeahhhhhhhhh.
'He likes that big prick o yours, Harry.'
'Too right he does. Gonna fuckin empty me nuts any minute.'
'Hear that, Kenton? You're gonna get a fuckin mouthful real soon. Betcha can't wait huh?' He thwacked the boy's head again for a laugh.
Jack felt the blow but couldn't help himself from groaning in habitual anticipation at being dickfed. Here comes the fuckin nutjuice... Yeahhhhh. The long snaking dick with it's downward curve was making slick forceful strokes, the straight bloke fuckin his face like it was a fuckin pussy, slidin back and forth with fantastic ease. Sweet precum teased his tastebuds, making the lad feel increasingly lightheaded, the submissive thrill all consuming, hard male flesh showing him just who was in charge. He could hear the officer grunting with wordless pleasure as the inevitable climax approached, breaths quickening, grip tightening. Fuck yeah. Feed me yer load, mate. Feed me yer fuckin load.
'Oh man, s'fuckin good.' Harry felt the sensations spiralling up his firm torso. Waves of pleasure and aggression demanding his repeated violation of the lad's face. He was a fuckin machine. He saw his long smooth weapon plunging sexily in and out, and felt his nuts tighten in readiness. Jack sensed the moment and glanced up toward the handsome features of the officer on the verge of unloading his seed, wanting to see his expression.
'Oh shit. Oh yeahhhh. Oh fuckin hell yeahhhhh.' Harry's voice was hard and desperate. The officer stared down in confused ecstasy into the wide-eyes of the young prisoner he was about to forcefeed - sexy brutality - then one final deep thrust as his tool began to shoot its pure masculine injection.
'Yeahhhh. That's the fuckin way, Harry. Fuckin feed it to im...' The burly officer rubbed his dick with furious excitement.
Jack felt the tool pulsing in his mouth and stared into the blackness of the uniform in frantic wonder, his face pressed up against the zip of the man's dark trousers, mouth clamped determinedly on the firm tool, his own dick pushing against his jeans. Total surrender. The slick juggernaut of male sex was lodged deep and the straight man's substantial load was pumping right down his throat. What. A. Fucking. Headfuck.
'Ahhhhhhh shiiiiiiit.' The man breathed out heavily. 'Yeah. He's good, man, he's good.' Harry looked over at his colleague, face flushed, basking in his climax; the inevitable guilt about what he'd just done not yet ready to kick in. 'Proper little cocksucker.' He looked down again, a few small movements back and forth as the flow of cum slowed. So nice. Jack felt cum oozing on to the back of his tongue.
The older officer grinned back. A fuckin good show; this had worked out just right. He was eager to empty his nuts too.
'Yeah, pretty talented for a straight lad, ain't he?'
'I think he probably wants another loada juice... What do you reckon, Harry?'
'Yeahhhh.' Harry let the lad's head go finally and the sensitive head of his long slick dick retreated slowly to the lad's reddened lips, leaving a trail of cum across the lad's tongue as it did. The last of the sticky seed oozed out.
'Fuckin lick that up, Kenton.' The hard officer watched with satisfaction as the lad did as he was told.
Harry felt the rollercoaster of domination judder to a stop and looked on, bewildered; what the fuck were they doing? The sight of his juice being eagerly lapped up by the young lad was disturbingly powerful in ways he couldn't explain, but at the same time he felt a sharp twist of disgust at himself for what he'd just done. Denial and aggression interlocked in his simple, puzzled mind, and he absent-mindedly clenched a fist. Punishment, innit? Teachin him a lesson... Yeah?
'Ready for some more?' Jack slowly nodded, embarrassed, savouring the taste in his mouth and spunked to the core. He desperately didn't want to admit it, but the younger officer's cum was just as fuckin tasty as his dad's, and this terrible fact fed directly into his ongoing confusion and humiliation... They're turnin you into a fuckin homo, Jack. Gonna be cravin a load from every fuckin prick in the building if this carries on... Another nightmarish flash of what he'd been promised and his mind recoiled from it. He felt his head being dragged once more toward the fat stubby tool.
'Or perhaps you wanna get fucked, Kenton? Screwed by a screw, huh?' The bullying officer laughed and Jack panicked inside. No no no. That's for my dad... Not you, yer tosser. Think think think Jack. Distract him. He looked up at the bulky figure.
'Yeah, bet your load don't taste as good as his anyway...' He imagined his tough-nut dad knocking the man down to the ground. Don't you fuckin mess with my son again. Givin him a good kickin. Adrenaline coursed.
More nasty laughter and two chunky hands jerked his head right back. Neck tendons stretched under smooth young skin. 'You're forgetting something, Kenton...'
'Don't taste as good... Sir.' Jack gave the word just enough emphasis to show what he thought of it. The man stared at him and spat down on to his upturned face.
'You're a cheeky little cunt, aren't yer? Ain't he a cheeky little cunt, Harry?' He released the lad, who gently twisted his neck to undo the sudden strain it had endured.
'Yeah, fuckin is. Think he definitely deserves another mouthful for that.' Harry was idly playing with his sticky softening dick, the image of it penetrating the lad's mouth refusing to shift, and the shame at how much he'd enjoyed it bringing him out into something of a cold sweat. Forbidden knowledge, impossible to unlearn. He certainly didn't want to see the lad gettin fucked: that was a step too far. He wanted to watch a repeat what he'd just done. Relive the moment. Share the blame...
The man weighed up the possibilities. He wanted the lad to feel some pain, but the defiant taunt rankled. 'If you thought his cum was tasty, you know what that fuckin makes you, don't yer Kenton?'
Jack stared again at the fat angry tool jutting out from the dark trousers and the hefty fuzzed nuts lurking behind. Vicious male sex about to ram him. Fuckin homo. His stomach lurched and darkness shot behind his eyes. He knew alright, but shook his head.
'Oh I think you do. You're a fuckin cum drinkin queerboy, aren't yer?'
'Fuckin ain't, sir.'
Harry watched, guilt and pleasure dancing around his head. Straight lads don't like tastin pricks or cum. Course they don't. Stands to reason. The lad was only sayin what he had to, just like he must do with Sike...
The older officer didn't see it that way at all and was tired of hearing the same old shit. He kicked Jack in the stomach; not too hard to cause serious injury, but hard enough to show he meant business. He'd had years of practice finding acceptable limits of punishment. Lacking much hair to grab, he stopped Jack from doubling over by taking hold of one ear. He leaned over.
'Tell me what you want, Kenton. Tell me what you REALLY want. You don't have to fuckin pretend, it's just the three of us. No-one else is listenin.'
Jack's confused mind wanted lots of things: he wanted to be out of these fuckin handcuffs; wanted the straight young officer to intervene and call it quits; wanted the man to let go of his fuckin ear... Most of all he wanted his dad to teach this fuckin idiot a lesson, but that clearly wasn't gonna happen anytime soon, if it could at all. His tensed up body and the recent workouts had meant the man's kick to his abdomen was less effective than it might otherwise have been, but it still fuckin hurt. Ragged breaths merged with the buzzing light. The dark bulky figure loomed overhead, ready to engulf him. He wanted out.
'Sorry sir. You're right. I... Really....' The man tugged harder and Jack screwed his eyes up in defeat '...wanna swallow some more juice. S'fuckin tasty... ' Simply saying it out loud made him feel weak. The man let go. Jack slowly opened his eyes again; the brutal officer's bulging weapon was once more taking aim.
'Yeah, take a good look at that, Kenton. I'm gonna give you just what you want... Fuckin queerboy.' The shiny head touched the young man's lips.
Jack felt an intense rage. One day, mate, one day... Just you wait. He said nothing.
He did, and in it slid, stretching his jaw wide. The sharp salty tang coated his unwilling tongue, the thing leakin some serious precum. The officer quickly set to work on him, a rough hand against the back of his head once more. Sharp insistent thrusts. Jack kept his eyes shut and his mouth moist and tight on it, wanting the ordeal to be over as soon as possible. This cum wasn't so very tasty, that was for sure.
'Yeahhh. That's the fuckin way. Told yer not to lie to me Kenton. This is what happens to bad lads who lie to me.' The officer winked at his colleague, who gave a half-hearted grin back. 'Gonna fuckin pump your mouth full of hot juice.'
Harry was still toying with his sticky semi-hard prick, unable to tear his gaze away from the awesome image of the lad getting facefucked again. Shit. Look at it slammin in there... He was disturbed to find that now, when it was totally clear to him that the lad was straight, a twisted part of him was enjoying seeing the youngster succumbing to the older man's mature meat. He began to remember in more detail the rape fantasy he'd once had which he'd spent months afterwards trying to suppress. The look of shock and panic as he remorselessly pushed his dick inside, hands pushing her down... Bad thoughts.
And yet the sight before him was feeding into that terrible inviting darkness once more and the spark of recognition sped to his groin. Fuck. This was where it would all happen for real. No one would ever know, and fuckers like this deserve everything they get anyhow... Prison should be about punishment. He squeezed his long member some more and felt it begin to respond. Oh man, here we go again. His hand began to make slow easy strokes, unable to stop the pleasure growing, eyes glazing over as his moral resistance slipped away...
'Yeahhh. Fuckin give it to im, man. He deserves it, don't he?' Harry spat copiously into his hand and coated his hot member, bringing it back to life. Yeahhhh. Look at him takin it. Horny facefuckin action.
'Too fuckin right he does. You deserve this, don't yer Kenton?'
Jack gave a slow, tense nod. Harry felt his meat swell some more in his spit-slick hands, a metallic taste filled his mouth. No emotion now, only the lust to invade. Horny fuckin action... He's takin it like a girl. He added more spit to his palm, and let the moisture run over his sensitive head, feeling the excitement in his bloodstream. His left hand lightly stroked around his nutsack. Yeahhhhh. There's another load in there somewhere. His training officer noticed what he was doing
'Hey. You got some stamina there, mate. Good on yer!'
The lad opened his eyes and glanced sideways to see, even as his mouth continued to be pounded and hairy hands kept his head roughly in place. No way. Would this never end? You're the fuckin straight one, mate... Isn't once enough? But the sight of the man's renewed arousal sent a rush of furious anticipation to his dick yet again. He remembered the sweet, sweet taste on his tongue... So hot.
'Here, Harry. I got an idea. What say we shove him over the desk and take him each end? That'll teach him some fuckin respect.' The older officer was keen to watch his junior colleague's lengthy dick in action again, even as his own meat continued to get serviced.
Harry, stroking himself to full hardness, was caught up in the heat and the rush of the moment, guilty conscience now firmly pushed aside and ignored. What had seemed impossible not long before was now, suddenly, a real horny proposition. Yeah. Why not? Why the fuck not? Let's fuckin take it to the next level... His rape fantasy was reshaping itself to this previously unimaginable scenario and taking on new life. He felt the power in his muscles; testosterone and adrenaline urging him to commit the vicious act. Show him what you're fuckin made of...
'Yeahhhhhhh. Why not? Sounds like a fuckin plan.' He grinned dumbly at his training officer's suggestion. The man slowly nodded back at him, a serious expression of approval on his mean, ugly features. You're gonna do well here, Harry. You're gonna fit right in.
Fuck. Jack groaned down below at this sudden turn of events, knowing there was nothing he could do. He was going to get ploughed twice today now at least... It was gonna fuckin BURN. It was gonna be fuckin torture... But... But... Just think of that long sexy shaft slidin in there, Jack, goin real deep... Fit straight bloke doin yer, just like yer dad will later. Both of em fuckin yer tight hole like a dirty bitch... Two awesome motherfuckin dicks in one day... You can handle em. Fear and lust battled deep within the lad's confused skull and his straight instincts shouted abuse. No use.
The older officer removed his meat. 'You heard, Kenton. Up you get.'
Jack climbed unsteadily to his feet. He had to salvage some pride...
'Please... I can't...' The lad shook his head to emphasise the point.
'Can't what, Kenton?' The man stared daggers at close range, fingering his tool. 'Can't take a prick up yer backside?' A sneer. 'You'll learn. Bad lads like you usually do. If you make a fuss you'll be gettin a fuckin truncheon up there, believe me.'
Jack did. He glanced nervously at the fit straight officer's long slicked-up weapon, knowing his fate was sealed. He knew it was gonna fuckin hurt, and knew too that this was all his own fault. He tried to think of how he'd coped with his dad's dick for the first time... Couldn't wank himself cause his hands were still cuffed... He remembered just how much he'd wanted it with his dad. That had certainly helped him cope somehow, though he didn't understand why.
'Over the desk with yer.' his tormentor pushed him roughly toward the desk and he stumbled forward slightly. He leaned forward. He felt his jeans being undone and pulled roughly down, cool air on his exposed skin.
'There you go Harry. He's all yours. Give it plenty o spit.' The older officer walked round the desk to observe the action and carry on gettin his dick seen to. This had all gone even better than he had hoped. The lad's head was nicely positioned to continue the interrupted task. He jerked it upwards slightly and rudely shoved his bulging cock back in the lad's waiting mouth, leering sadistically across the desk at his junior colleague.
'That'll shut him up.'
Harry grinned back at him then stared down at the lad's prone body with evil intent, the helpless handcuffed wrists above the smooth pale rump ready for the taking. He feverishly stroked his firm tube of fuckmeat, admiring the length of it as it proudly jutted out from his black uniform. Time to do some fucking damage. He spat twice into a cupped palm and made it slicker still. This was gonna be fuckin tight. He spat plenty more onto the top of the lad's buttocks and let the head of his dick take the juice downwards, rubbing through the lad's soft hairy crack to seek out the opening he was going to invade.
Jack, his mouth being steadily pounded by the bullying officer's stiff prick, felt the moist male sex nudging at his tender hole. Oh fuck. It's really gonna happen, Proper straight bloke's gonna do yer... Horny anticipation sent his young mind into overdrive. He remembered the wedding ring on the man's hand... Yeah mate, do me like yer do yer missus. Fuck yeahhh. Harry applied more spit to his meat and bent his knees slightly to get a better angle. The slick head nudged again. Yeah, do me with that sexy motherfuckin dick, thought the lad. Do me like a bitch... Suddenly, the hard fleshy weapon began to work its way inside, nudging past the lad's tight ring of muscle. Threat into reality. Penetration. Jack couldn't help but give a muffled shout.
'Told yer you'd just have to learn, Kenton...' The man eagerly watched Harry's substantial manhood going to work. Guess what, Sike? We spit-roasted your lad, and he fuckin loved it... Hehehe. The spit-lubed member nudged in further still, then back a little, then in again a little further; a slow rhythm being established, deep grunts of pleasure from its owner above.
Jack's crazed thoughts fractured and scattered. Aaaggghhh... Shit... Gettin fucked... Again... Fuckin... Tight... Yeah mate... I'm straight... Fuckin... Straight... Agggh... Shouldn't... Want this... Horny... Fuckin... Fit bloke... Fit... Straight... Bloke... Fuckin me... Aaghhhh... Yeahhh.... Mate... That's it... Screw me... Don't... Tell... My dad..
Harry revelled in the sensation. So hot n tight. This was gonna be a real nice fuck. He was in total control here.
Gob full, the lad groaned as the firm meat worked deeper into his rear end. He was amazed to discover that it didn't hurt quite as much as he'd thought it would to start with, though it was still pretty fuckin intense and there was definite friction. Feel it goin up there... Incredible... Motherfuckin straight meat doin him good n proper... Just like his dad's would tonight... The reminder of that sent sparks of guilty anticipation around his confused skull. His dad must NEVER find out about this... Weird sensations spread through his body as it was penetrated more fully by the sexy smooth shaft, manly pleasure packed into his tight tender hole. His own meat jerked painfully against the front of the desk, as trapped as he was. The pace gradually quickened. Jack moaned as the friction increased, his mouth stuffed full of dick.
The older officer watched the sexy scene unfold with beautiful precision; the little cunt finally getting what was coming to him. The taste of revenge was sweet. He smiled to himself at his modest victory and gazed at the incredible sight before him, the lad's head gripped between his two meaty-knuckled hands. Fuckin spit roastin him. Yeaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Harry, square-jaw set tight, was concentrating completely on what he was doing, hands now gripping the lad's slim waist. He stared enthralled at his lengthy prick as it inflicted its degrading punishment on the young captive, almost as if it belonged to someone else. The whole thing was completely unreal. He pulled out a bit to let some more drool drop from his mouth to his tool, slid it back in and resumed his smooth action. Mmmmmm. Just look at that. Bad lad gettin drilled like a bitch. He nodded debased approval to himself, a half-sneer on his face. You're actually gettin fuckin paid for doin this, Harry. What a fuckin joke. The sneer became an evil grin and he began to apply even more force and depth to his strokes, prompting another heartfelt moan from Jack. On impulse, he whacked the lad's behind hard with the palm of his hand.
'Yeahhhhhh... Fuckin like that, do yer? Like havin my fuckin prick up there, huh?' Harry heard the new harsh edge to his own voice. He was becoming someone else; it wasn't just acting. The uniform was getting under his skin. He tensed with muscular aggression, wanting a response. 'Fuckin answer me!'
The burly officer removed his tool briefly to give Jack a chance to reply. The lad's body jolted back and forth on the hard desk as his rear end began to be seriously punished by the junior officer's slick angry prick. The forceful smack of the man's hand had come as a shock, and his young frame was racked with tension. He struggled to reply.
'Uuughhhh. Please... Don't....'
'Don't fuckin what?'
'Ughhh. Uuuugghhh. Stop.'
Harry sneered again. 'Don't you fuckin worry. I ain't gonna..' He whacked the lad's stinging rear once more. Jack gasped in pain.
His colleague grinned at him and cut the lad's gasp short by plugging his mouth full of fat eager meat again.
'Bet you never thought you'd be gettin this little reward after the footie today, huh Kenton?' A muffled moan. 'Like I said, I'm sure we can introduce you to some pussy-starved fellas in the weeks to come. You'll go down a treat.' He laughed, unkindly, and Harry laughed along, not knowing quite how realistic the prospect was, but stupidly keen now to see such humiliation happen.
'Yeahhh. That'll be some fuckin show... Gangbanged like a bitch...'
Jack felt the frictional fire in his hole building and building as the man's thrusts became more violent, but he could do nothing to stop it. He'd coped well so far, but the limit was fast approaching. If only he could wank his aching dick... Desperate, he closed his eyes and thought about how his dark twisted fantasy of getting fucked by his tough-nut dad had become reality, the card game, the vodka, the porn mag, the amazing realisation it was really gonna happen, the nervous wait in the dark that seemed to take forever, going down on his knees in the dim red glow to suck his dad's king-size meat, feeling that juicy straight tackle slowly gettin rock-hard n ready for action, then the never-to-be-forgotten sight of his muscled father figure looming over him on the bed and that thick mature shaft being remorselessly driven inside Jack for the very first time. The most amazing fucking night of his whole life... Gonna show yer dad you can take it? Pleasure receptors in his head kicked in, attempting to transform the pain... You're doin real good, son.
The fat stubby dick bashed away at his numb lips from the dark trousers, and his neck muscles ached from being held in an unnatural position to receive it. Sharp twinges from his bruised shoulder. He pictured his dad standing there in the cell: his mighty tank of a torso, hefty tattooed arms, thick scarred neck and shaved head; the pure masculinity of him. Jack's protection. A surge of intense longing filled him: the longing to be held; the press of fuzzed firm muscle against his smooth skin. Pure impossible desire ricocheted from head to toe, even as the two officers had their brutal way with him.
Heavy breathing increasing, deep grunts and groans, the rhythmic slosh of unrelenting male penetration and fierce concentration, the background buzz of the light... Stillness reigned otherwise in the depths of the prison, broken only by a door slamming somewhere and distant voices laughing about something.
'Hmmmhhh. You want another mouthful o juice, Kenton?' Jack could hear the desire to unload lurking in the man's voice. He nodded, reluctantly. Time's up. 'Yeah. Course you fuckin do. Two loads are always better than one, huh?'
Harry watched his colleague with narrow-eyed fascination, eager to see the lad forced to swallow more nut gunk. His slick prick felt so fuckin good inflicting its damage and that hole was just so hot and inviting, he was starting to get close again himself. This was what tough justice really looked like... Tough male justice.
'Go on, man. Fuckin give it to im. Fill his mouth up with it.'
The bent officer's eyes narrowed with vicious desire as he rammed himself in with increasing fury. His balls ached from the long wait. Not much longer now... Oh yeahhh. Fuck yeahhhh. His body teetered on the edge of the pleasure rush.
'Fuck. Fuck. It's fuckin comin. You're gonna fuckin taste it any minute now, Kenton. Nnnnghhhh.' His breaths came faster and faster.
'Oh yeahhhh. That's the fuckin way... Feed it to im.' Harry's eyes glinted, eager to see the humiliation.
Jack numbly awaited his fate. He felt the two shafts pounding into him, the fat stubby one about to shoot it's load in his gob, the longer shaft doin his hot hole with terrible intensity, pushing his body repeatedly into the sharp edge of the desk. His muffled moans were getting louder and more frequent. Gettin done by a proper straight bloke, intcha? He's doin yer like a bitch... Hurts, dunnit?... Yeahhhh, fuckin does... Screwed by a screw... The enemy... An image of Sike filled the lad's skull with sparks of guilt... You're the real fuckin thing, dad... Still fuckin need you...
The officer groaned his climax and hot salty nutjuice splattered over Jack's tired tongue. Oh fuck. He's shootin it. Shit. Jack gagged momentarily, and then succumbed to the inevitable and lapped around the fat head of the gushing tool, wanting to swallow it all down as quickly as possible. The strong taste of fresh cum filled his pounded skull. Fuck. How many more men were going to do this to him?
Harry saw the lad gag and stared transfixed. Wow. 'Yeah, man. Fuckin feed it to im.'
The lad's fevered imagination again pictured them all crowding around: rugged stocky blokes, all muscles and fists, working their lazy, bored pricks into action, keen to relieve the tedium of prison life with an easy blow-job and some ritual humiliation with their straight mates, Jack the substitute bitch for them to unload into. His fearful and curious mind recoiled at the thought of the consequences: there would be no way back for his reputation, and his dad would surely kill him. Help me, dad... Salty cum slid down his throat; firm hands gripped his head.
'Nice one, mate. Real fuckin nice.' Harry was gunning for it now, keen to make the finish line for the second time. He felt like he could, even though he wasn't used to shootin twice in quick succession. His smooth dick slid rapidly in and out. Mmmmmm yeahhhh. We're fuckin teachin you a lesson. Takin it like a fuckin bitch intcha?
The burly officer stared down in satisfaction. 'Yer like that Kenton?' A small desperate nod. 'Good. Think you might show us a bit more respect in future?' Another small nod. 'About fuckin time.' The fat dick lay heavy in the lad's mouth, the last of the gunk oozing out. The man had a further little twist in mind...
Despite the chill in the room, Harry was sweating under his uniform as he upped the ante even further and punished the lad's tender hole with terrible force, his darkest fantasy remoulded into something frighteningly horny and real. Yeahhhhhh. Don't fucking mess with us or you'll get what you fucking deserve. His colleague enviously watched his trainee's lengthy member going for glory.
'Oi Kenton. You enjoyin what Harry's givin yer?' Through the haze of pain, defiance shot through the lad's skull. Don't give em the satisfaction, Jack. He shook his head. 'No? You ungrateful little cunt. See that Harry?'
'Yeah. Fuckin did. Ya think he's lyin again?' The young officer again smacked the lad's rear with the palm of his hand. Cheeky little fucker.
'Must be. Kenton?' A muffled moan. 'Tell me the truth or I'll piss right down yer throat. Are you enjoyin what Harry's givin yer?'
Jack mind went numb. The burly officer's fat dick lay threateningly across his tongue. You fuckin what? As had happened that very morning, something in his mind suddenly snapped, and he tried vainly to free himself. Despite a few seconds of surprise, with his hands cuffed behind his back and the firm grip of the two older men already holding him in place, it was a futile, and painful, effort. His shoulder throbbed and the fat dick stayed exactly where it was. His head was swiped firmly by a meaty hand.
'Fuckin cut it out, Kenton. You'll only make it worse for yourself.'
The lad froze. The long smooth prick he'd viewed with such mouth-watering admiration at first continued to thump ferociously into his sore behind, straight male domination filling him with fire and fearsome force. The other prick sat there in his cum-drenched mouth. He moaned in pain and humiliation. It's yer own fault, Jack... The buzz of the light once again filled the small room.
'Now. I think you oughta be fuckin grateful when a hard straight fucker like Harry gives you the benefit of his... er... expertise. Don't you?' A small nod. 'So. I'll ask again. Are you enjoyin what Harry's givin yer?'
'Nnghh-hnnngh.' Another nod to make the meaning clear.
Harry watched with glazed eyes, waves of impending ecstasy spreading out from his groin. Yeahhhhh. If Phil said he was a hard straight fucker, then he knew he must have made the grade. Job secure. Result! A sly grin of satisfaction, square-jaw tight, he gripped the pale skin beneath harder; felt the edge surge closer, prick swelling in anticipation, gun loaded and ready to fire. Fuck yeahh. His grunts became more insistent.
His companion sensed the time was nigh. Perfect fuckin timing. 'That's more like it.' A pause. 'But in future Kenton, give me the right answer first time, hmmm? Drink up.'
Jack stared disbelievingly up from the belt over the fearsome bulk of his tormentor's uniform. No. No. Please... But it was no use. He felt the warm pungent liquid begin to invade his mouth, a gushing stream of steamy piss. Aaaaaaaghhhhhh. Hulking hands kept his jaw clamped shut on the fat semi-hard tool as it remorselessly flooded his gob. Total fuckin nightmare. He screwed his eyes up in disgust.
'Fuckin drink it up, Kenton. I'm warnin yer.'
Jack, desperate and powerless to resist, did as he was told; he swallowed and swallowed, choking as he did so. Needles of fire went down his throat to his stomach. It quickly mingled with, and then overpowered, the salty taste of the man's cum. That had almost tasted good by comparison. Fuck. I'll make you fuckin regret this, you sick cunt, you just wait n see. You just fuckin wait n see.
Harry, his delirious mind now fully initiated into this netherworld of rough male domination, saw the lad's humiliation deepen and felt himself tip over the edge. Drinkin piss n cum and gettin fucked like a bitch... That'll fuckin teach yer, won't it? He violently plunged his eager meat deep, ready to shoot, hairy nuts tight up to the lad's crack. Power and control combined in his taut body. He was a hard straight fucker, alright. He gripped harder.
'Oh maan. Fuck yeeahhh.' Another few deep thrusts. Right. In. There.
His deep exclamation of relief continued as he began to pump the juice out once again, straight up the lad's dirty hole. Fuckin unbelievable. He looked upwards with a shiver of sheer ecstasy, eyes closed, breath held.
Jack heard the man's loud exclamation and felt the final push against his raw backside. Here it fuckin well comes... One straight bloke forcing his seed into another, the grim reality of prison. Fuuuuuck. The knowledge of what was happening made him groan in pained arousal, knowing that he'd actively brought about the fit married officer's involvement, knowing that he now had another juicy straight prick to think about, knowing that the bullying officer was almost certainly going to arrange something much worse for him than all this, and knowing that his dad was gonna fuck his sore hole again tonight even while he had to be on his best behaviour... Fuck. It was all too much. Too much. The dark uniform filled his unsteady vision. Time hung waiting.
The rush of seed and ecstasy gradually subsided. Opening his eyes again, the strip light burned it's line into Harry's vision, and he looked back down to his uniformed colleague, who nodded at him knowingly and winked. Harry gave an open mouthed smile in response. A tiny seed of uncertainty was already lurking somewhere in a corner of his mind, but the passionate brutality they'd just unleashed was too good to deny. Or forget.
'Think we did a good job there?'
'Yeah. Fuckin good job. All in a day's work, innit?' The older man grinned at his trainee. Harry nodded. That was just what he needed to hear. Nuffin queer 'bout it. 'You gonna say thank you to Harry, Kenton?' The burly officer removed his sated prick from the lad's piss-soaked mouth and let it hang there in front of his cute, strained face.
A pause. Gritted teeth and murderous intentions. ' 'ank you...'
Sorry dad. Really sorry..
'That's right. Don't fuckin forget it.'
The light buzzed ever on. Harry stared blankly down at his hard weapon as he pulled it from the lad's battered behind, the red marks of his violence clearly visible on pale skin, a few streaks of blood on his shaft. He wiped it clean with a squeezing stroke of his hand, used the lad's t-shirt as a towel, tucked his tackle away and zipped himself up. All in a day's work, yeah? Yeah.