Descension into submission

{READER’S NOTE: This story is greatly inspired by the true life events of one of my faithful Facebook readers: (Antonio Fernandez), who was gracious enough to email me details of the events that changed his life from ‘str8 to gay’ in real life. A collaboration we agreed could only be called}: 

Written by Eugene Marvin  -aka- [email protected] 

I enter the shower, sore, sweaty and sticky, contemplating on what direction my life had taken. So different from what I had expected, or anyone would have ever imagined of me. My name is: Tony Reyes. I’m 5'11", 175lbs with black hair (fades about the sides), clean shaven face, and hazel green eyes. I work as a police officer in Delaware County, a suburb of Philadelphia. I have an athletic build, although not overly muscular but defined. I work out 3 to 4 times a week. I have a light covering of hair on my chest, legs and butt, which is a nice firm bubble buttock. I have always received compliments for my butt, never thinking much of it. I have a nice 7.5 inch cut thick dick. I am masculine and have never had any problems getting women. From as far back as high school I always had a girlfriend or girlfriends. I was masculine and athletic, playing baseball and running track and field. I was popular and had many friends during high school and as a frat brother in college.

My parents came from Cuba and settled in Miami. They had four kids, 1 girl and 3 boys. My sister is the oldest and then one older brother and one younger. It was a typical family life, very strict catholic parents/upbringing. We were expected to obey and behave, when that didn't happen my dad would bring out the belt and whip us over the knee. It wasn't that he was a bad guy, discipline was different back then.

I lost my virginity at 15 with a girl from cross country. We had been talking for a while. We had after school practice and it usually ran late. My strict parents always made sure my mom would pick us up, we were not allowed to walk home. But this day practice ended early and we decided to walk home. Her house was first, so we went inside and no one was home. We started kissing on the couch and I was getting my hand in her shirt feeling her breast. I was nervous to try to get inside the shorts, so my other hand just massaged her thigh. She grabbed my hand and put it on her pussy, and that was all the encouragement I needed. I started to finger her pussy as it got wetter. I remember the moistness and the tight feeling as I put one, then two, and eventually three fingers inside her. As I found her clit she pushed my hand making me rub the clit harder as she moaned and kissed me with her tongue deep in my mouth. 

When she grabbed my hard growing and leaking cock through my moistening shorts, I knew this was going to happen. I pulled down her shorts and she did mine, and she laid back on the sofa as I felt myself enter a pussy for the first time. It was the best feeling I had ever felt. The tightness surrounding my cock was incredible. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced. The only other feeling my dick had experienced up until that time was my own hand. I thrust into her for several minutes. She would grab my ass and pull me as far in as I could go. I exploded quickly, before she had a chance to, so she got my hand and I fingered her to climax. I walked home that evening the happiest and most satisfied I’d ever felt. That is until I entered the house and my father was waiting for me with his belt in his hand. I was late and walked home without permission. I got 10 hard lashes across my bare ass that night. I remember the burning I felt from the whooping I received and thought it was worth it. I could take the pain after the great amount of pleasure I experienced that day.

I dated that girl for a while then moved on to several others before graduating high school. Then went to college (in Philadelphia) where I joined a frat Sigma Phi Epsilon and had several hot girlfriends. I experienced my first 3-way with two girls and even fucked one up the ass for the first time. I was a jock, frat boy and life was great. I met my wife at work. We both worked part time as lifeguards at a public pool. We dated for a while and had great sex. She was very athletic and sexual. We fucked almost every night, in her house; the car; and the pool dressing area. The first time we fucked was in the pool dressing room. It was empty and had shower stalls. Most men would not shower, they’d just leave after a swim, so we decided to use a men's shower and I fucked her standing from behind, holding her by the waist and ramming her hard as the water fell over us. It was the best sex I had ever had to date. The feeling was so different than what I had experienced with any other women, that I knew right then that she was THE ONE. 

Susanne was from Philly, so I decided (against my parents wishes) to stay in Philadelphia after graduating college with a degree in criminal justice. I applied at the police academy, and after passing the physical/psychological tests, I immediately started my training. It was a great experience, except for the pepper spray (OC) training. I proposed at the celebration of my graduation. We waited for her graduation as she was working on a Masters in Physical Therapy. I was 26 when we married. We had a very active and happy marriage for the first 2 years. Sex dwindled a bit after that, but all my friends complained about the same thing happening in their marriages. 

I had started working for the Delaware County Sheriff Office and enjoyed my job immensely. It was what I had expected and more. The pay was not the best, but we were compensated with off duty additional security work. I had been an officer at this point for almost 3 years, I was 29 years old, married for almost 3 years, and was enjoying my life immensely. I had a great group of friends that we socialize with. Many were other officers. My best friend on the force was DeMarco, also Cuban born. He was 32 years old and married with a son. He was about 6’1", 195lbs w/a great muscular work body. He was always flirting with all the women, my wife included. I could tell he turned her on, but never mentioned it to her. There was also a group of about 6 or 7 other officers that got together regularly to hang out after work or on days off. 

Life became somewhat of a pattern. Most days l’d put on my uniform to get ready to go to work, automatically changing my demeanor so I was in ‘work mode’. I advised the dispatcher that I'm "10-8" (on duty), and then started patrol. 

Most of the calls were traffic violations, domestic violence, or thefts and burglaries. However there were some calls that you always remember. There was this one call of a suspicious vehicle, it was called in at about 2am. When I arrived these two college coeds, a girl about 20 years old (blonde with an awesome body and a skin tight dress) was with her male companion who was also about 20 (6'3", 200lbs). They were pulled to the side of the road, ‘resting’. They were both drunk and the guy’s zipper was down and the girl’s face had a shiny glazed all over. I asked them to get out of the car and the girl practically falls on my arms, grabbing my crotch. I lifted her up and she tried to stand on her own. I felt my cock starting to thicken, and did all I could to concentrate on citing them. Looking back now I realize how big and dominating that guy looked. 

Another call was a domestic violence call. I arrived with another officer and we had to physically restrain a husband that had his wife against a wall and was yelling in her face and hitting the wall behind her head. We restrained the guy and sat him on the couch and in the struggle his dick fell out of his boxers, and it was HUGE. Later, after making the husband leave the house to walk it off, the other officer joked that the guy should have just beat her with his dick. 

Fortunately I have not had to use my gun for anything. I had always been able to handle all situations up to then with minor force. 

It was Memorial Day, and I was on patrol, responding to the 6th or so traffic call. When I arrived it was a minor fender bender. A red pickup truck was rear ended by a black Mustang. Arriving at the scene I see a large black man talking with a petit young Latina about 5’5", 120lbs, wearing tiny shorts and a haltered top. She was accompanied by a nice looking Hispanic male: 5'8" 150lbs w/a nice developed muscular build, dark haired, scruffy face, wearing cargo pants and t-shirt. As I exited the cruiser, I assessed the scene before me; it was clear that the mustang was switching lanes and must have hit the either braking or slower moving pickup in the lane the mustang was entering. As I approach the trio I could see they were exchanging information. The latina had written down the black guys contact information and was giving her and her boyfriend’s information to the black guy. I asked if everyone was ok…?...then asked who belonged to which vehicle? I had them move the cars out of the lanes of traffic and into the parking lot of a nearby office building. Fortunately it is empty as it was a holiday. As we gathered again, the young latina told me that the accident was her fault and apologized to the black gentleman whose car she struck. 

The girl seemed calm and collected, even flirtatious with the guy she’d just hit. I could sense some nervousness and tension in her male companion, and was concerned that there might have been a confrontation between the two men, or one could be developing. At some point I started to notice that the black guy was staring at me strangely, making me feel uncomfortable. I actually had to look up to see his face and see him staring down at me. I can't read the expression on his face, but suddenly felt anxious and had to look away. I could sense his sights on me but refuse to look at him. I ask them for their licensees and registrations, then return to my cruiser to run a check. As I sat in my cruiser (running their ID's through the database), I finally had an opportunity to look the black guy over from the safety of my car. He was tall; about 6' 2" and easily weighed a good 230 pounds or more. He was wearing a tight white tank top that showed off his large muscular frame, and denim shorts that showcased his muscular legs and large round butt. He was also very dark skinned with a short faded hair cut. 

I wrote out the incident report and the citation for the woman while glancing at the scene before me. I could see the big man looking back at my car, and self-consciously looked down at my tablet to avoid eye contact. I was actually uncomfortable with the way I was reacting. I had never been one to feel threatened or insecure by another individual, yet this man had me nervous and self-conscious. My palms were sweaty, and I felt a light sheen of sweat breaking out on my brow. 

As I exited my cruiser, I begin walking toward the group and felt apprehensive as I saw him glaring at me with a smirk on his lips. I tried to compose myself as I handed him back his documents and give him a copy of the report. I nervously look up at him and said: "Adeem, you should contact her insurance company as soon as possible." then I turned to the girl and her companion and said: “Yours too”, handing her a citation for ‘reckless driving’. Finally this situation was over and I could leave and never see these people again. The whole situation had left me with a very uncomfortable feeling and I was not sure where this was coming from? 

As the couple walked back to their car, Adeem called my attention and said he needed to ask me a few questions. At this point I could feel my self-confidence and assertiveness start to wane as a nervousness I never experienced before entered my body. I watched the latino couple drove away from the parking area as Adeem stared me straight in the eye, then with an intimidating and powerful voice began asking me a string of personal questions: ‘How old’r you? Are you married or single? How long’ve you been a cop? What area you live in? What’s yur favorite part of the job?’

I see him making general conversation, but he just kept staring straight into my eyes, trying to weaken my confidence. He said that “that pussy” in the other car tried to blame him for the accident, saying he stopped on purpose. I explained that he didn't have to worry about that, and that he wasn’t at fault, and even if they took him to court I would be there to verify my report and the citation I gave them. He thanked me with a handshake, nearly crushing my knuckles as he patted me on the back (rather roughly) then said: “hopefully we’ll see each other again.” I told him that was highly unlikely as I turned to walk away. His next and final words then sent me practically running to the car. 

“Don’t discount me, lil’ pig-boy!” 

I ignored his comment and got in behind the wheel. I found myself literally trembling, and unsure what the hell was going on with myself? As he got into his truck to drive off, he waved at me and smiled, licking his thick full lips at me, hungrily. 

I was practically useless for the rest of that day. I performed my duties best to my abilities, then went home and jumped straight into the shower. I felt dirty, but couldn't understand the reasons why? I was angry at myself for letting him get the better of me, letting him intimidate me. That evening I fucked my wife harder and rougher than I’d ever had before. I don't know if I was subconsciously trying to recapture the masculinity I felt I lost temporarily or what…? But my wife was surprised at my sudden aggression, and said it was the hottest sex we had ever had. 

The next few days were like business as usual. At work I felt an apprehension every time I answered a call, not knowing what I might be getting into? I tried to remind myself that this was the same job and I was the same person; that ONE little lapse of confidence would not govern my performance moving forward. But, I could not help thinking of that day, wondering what it said about me as a man? As a cop? What was I feeling? Confusion and panic settled in, but I forced myself to overcome those feelings and reminded myself of WHO I was and WHAT I had always been. 

My wife commented that I seemed distracted at times, asking if something was going on at work? I reassured her (and myself) that nothing was wrong, that everything was fine and just as it should be. My friends felt something also, and ask if all was right at home? I assure them that it was. 

Saturday came and my buddy (Marco) called, suggesting going out to a sports bar for some wings, beer, and to catch a game with our wives and friends? I felt the beer and game would do me good, so I agree. My wife and I got ready and headed out to the sports bar in Dover County. When we arrived DeMarco and his wife (Angela) was there, along with two other officers had their wives as well, and 3 other officers who were solo. Marco had always been a good friend and was the top officer in our station, but I was never intimidated by him nor ever felt inferior to him. We were counterparts, yet this evening I was sensing a difference in our relationship. It felt as if he were taking charge, being the more assertive and demanding one while I suddenly became more passive; volunteering to go to the bar to get him a beer when he complained it was taking too long for the waitress to come. I even offered to fetch him more sauce when he said his wings were dry. 

As I walked towards the counter, trying to understand what I was feeling and what was happening to my own (otherwise) equally domineering personality...?...I looked up towards the entrance and immediately noticed Adeem walking into the bar. Our eyes locked as I felt all the blood drain from my face as any sense of confidence quickly disappeared as I felt myself starting to tremble and stutter. He walked straight up to me boldly and said: "Well, hello Officer. What a surprise to see you here." 

‘What the fuck…?’ –I thought to myself, unsure how to handle the situation. Technically he hadn’t really done anything, but I just couldn’t shake the feeling that he was about to. I definitely didn’t trust him, although I had no real reason to feel that way. He wasn’t a criminal, there was nothing in the database that pointed to any criminal background or activity. So why was I so uncomfortable around him? What was this strange hold he had over me? 

He continued to speak, saying: “I hope yur havin’ a good night?”, then added: “Maybe we’ll see each other again, real soon…” then he leaned in closer towards me and whispered softly: “…Pig-boy!” I felt a shiver of Arctic cold air run up my spine as he smirked and walked away, heading towards a table with his male companion. 

I tried returning to my own table, rejoining the group, putting aside my distractions, but I couldn’t help looking over at Adeem’s table, catching him staring back at me openly, once again trying to intimidate me with just a look. When I averted my eyes, I could still feel him staring, even when I wasn’t looking. 

DeMarco (a cop at heart) noticed me looking and asked: "Whose the black guy?" 

“Just…someone involved in an accident I responded to the other day…” I explained, truthfully, unsure how else to describe it. “He was just saying ‘hi’.” 

“Cool.” responded Marco, returning his attention back to the game. 

I felt a great deal of relief, having avoided having to explain what I was really feeling. Over the next hour or so I ignored Adeem as best I could, paying more attention to my wife and friends, drinking more beer and celebrating whenever our team scored a touchdown. After a while my wife decided she’d had enough and wanted to head home. DeMarco’s wife (Angela) decided to leave as well, both getting bored of the game, and offered to drop Susanne home along the way. DeMarco kissed his wife goodbye as she grabbed her purse, and I offered to walk the ladies out to the car (Angela drove down separately from Marco, always tiring of the games before they finished). 

I walked the ladies outside, then kissed Susanne on the lips, asking if she wanted me to go home with her? 

“No. Stay. Enjoy your time with the guys, I’ll see you when you get home.” she promised, getting in the car. I watched as Angela backed out of her parking spot, then waved to them as they drove away. 

I was just about to head back in, when I decided instead to hang outside for a smoke. I walked down towards the end of the building (avoiding the entrance for non-smokers), and lit myself a cigarette, inhaling the smoke into my lungs. I’d only managed a couple of soothing puffs when I saw the front door open, then out walked Adeem. At first I’d hoped he was leaving…?...but then it became evident that he’d come out looking for me specifically, as he walked straight over towards me and said: 

“Wussup Pig-boy? Out for a smoke?” 

I pretended my heart wasn’t thumping sorely in my chest, doing everything within my power not to look intimidated, when he added: “Thought you’d left without sayin’ g’bye. Hadda come out and see if you were still here for myself?”  

“Look, buddy…” I said, blowing out a long trail of white smoke from my lips, as I mustered up enough confidence to say: “…enough with the ‘pig’ shit, okay? It’s Officer Reyes! Show me some goddamn respect!” 

“Well…look who put on his big PIG-panties and got ‘em all up inna bunch?” he joked at my expense (as I stomped out my barely lit cigarette, ready to go back into the bar before finishing it). Adeem leaned in towards me, getting only inches away from my face (I could literally feel his warm breath on my skin)! “Now why dont’cha go up in that alleyway and SHOW me that pig-boy pussy you hidin’ back there…!” he smirked, grabbing at my ass! 

I’d had enough! 

“Dude…” I yelled, shoving my hands into his chest (barely moving him)! “…what the hell’s your problem…? I’m a COP! I’m not gay! Get the fuck out of my face!” 

“I never said you were gay…” snarled Adeem, unaffected by the anger, frustration, and RAGE I’d had built up after DAYS of self-doubt! He just simply leaned back in CLOSER to me and added: “…and I sho’ as hell don’t give a fuck bout you bein’ a cop!” 

He stared to me with those piercing brown eyes, looking as if he were staring straight into my SOUL! “I know you THINK yur tough n’shit…” he continued, talking to me as if talking to one of his homeboys! “…and that might even be true with yur white cracker friends and that bitch-ass wife of yurs…!...but I SEE what they don’t see, and I know what you ARE…!...what yur YET to discover!” 

“Yeah…? And WHAT have I ‘yet’ to discover, asshole…?” I asked daringly, taking an aggressive stance, gaining courage despite all the butterflies I felt swarming around in my stomach. 

His face frowned coldly, losing the smartass smirk he’d been holding earlier. 

“That yur a born PUSSY-BOY, and that this big DICK is gonna show you the way!" he said confidently, more secured than any of my words to date. 

I stared at him defiantly, refusing to let him see me sweat. I started to brush BY him, trying to retreat back into the bar (where I knew I had reinforcement waiting), but Adeem (sensing my ploy), suddenly grabbed me by the shirt and wrestled me into the alley! I’d fought guys his size before and came out the victor, although I was fighting with a lot less confidence now. We tussled for a moment as he dragged me in-between buildings, gripped a handful of my hair, twisting it painfully at the roots, tossing me around like a ragdoll! I fought back valiantly, wanting to go down swinging, but within seconds he threw me to the ground, forcing me onto my knees, my tan khakis damp and dirty from the asphalt. I was now facing his crotch, my vision blocked by the sight of his prominent dick bulge showing through his gray nylon basketball shorts! I felt my last resolve as I pushed him away by the hips, wanting some distance between his growing bulge and my face! 

“Fuck you…” I yelled, staying in position (on my knees). “…keep your fucking hands off me!” 

“Shut up!” he snared, bitch-slapping me across the face just hard enough to let me know he meant business. For a second I saw stars, then he roughly grabbed my head and pulled me forward into his crotch, wallowing my face in his junk! I could distinctly feel the hardness of his cock against my face as he laughed: “Welcome home, bitch!” 

I reached up and pushed against his legs, trying to un-wedge my face from his mallet, but he was too strong! I felt vulnerable and weak against him. My only reprieve came when he pulled my head out of his crotch, then tilted my head upwards towards him, making me make eye-contact. “Don’t resist, boy. It’s bout time you met the ONE thing you been missin’ yur whole life…!...the ONE thing yur gonna NEED from now on to survive!” he said, reaching into his waist to undo his drawstring, loosening up the slack around his shorts! 

I struggled to get free, pulling back as hard as I could, but he simply tightened his grip on my hair and SLAPPED me again across the face! I couldn’t believe this was happening to me! I felt paralyzed to do anything about it, as I continued to kneel in front of him, my eyes focusing on his crotch as he pulled open the drawstrings, causing his shorts to drop an inch or so off his hips! 

Holding onto my hair with one hand, Adeem lifted the tank-top he was wearing high enough to show off his abs! With his strong “V” shaped waistline coming in play, I could easily see the curly hairs of his pubes as my eyes once again focused on his package! 

“Tell me what you want, Pig!” he said, slapping me in the face again, drawing my attention back to his face (his eyes), away from his crotch! “Tell me what you been missin’ in yur life? What you been denyin’ yurself! Tell me!” he ordered, waiting for an answer! 

I wouldn’t answer! I couldn’t answer! I couldn’t believe this was happening to me! I wasn’t gay! I didn’t want this! Why was this man trying to make me into a homosexual? I pulled back, trying to struggle harder, when I received another swift SLAP in the face! “Answer me bitch, I asked you a fuckin’ question!” he yelled, back-slapping me this time! “I’m not lettin’ go til you tell me what you been missin’ in yur poor pathetic life!” 

“Nothing!” I shouted rebelliously, refusing to give him what he wanted. 

SLAP! 

“I could DO this all day!” he warned, holding a firm grip on my hair! “I’ve broken pussy boys like you before!” he informed. SLAP! “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, I really don’t care which!” he added. SLAP! “Unless you want me to drag you back into the bar and PUNK you in front of yur friends…?” he threatened! “I can do that!” he warned! 

I thought about Marco and the others sitting inside, imagining their expressions when this big muscled black guy dragged me back into the bar (by my hair), forcing me on my knees in front of them, pulling my face back into his crotch! 

It went against everything I learned in my training, but it took every ounce of my breath to say: 

“A COCK!” I blurted out loud (hoping that would appease him)? 

SLAP! 

“Wrong answer!” he responded, gripping my hair tighter, causing me to wench in pain as he raised his hand to SLAP me again…! 

“Fuck you…” I shouted, feeling dizzy and faint! “…YOUR cock…” I screamed out correctly, feeling totally humiliated and emasculated! “I’ve been missing YOUR cock! Yours! Your BIG black cock! That’s what I’ve been missing all my life!” I shouted, literally crying as tears streamed down my face! 

Adeem smiled, tapping me gently on my stinging cheek…! 

“Now…don’t you feel betta after admittin’ it…?” he smirked, at my expense. “Life’s gonna get a lot EASIER for you once you stop denyin’ yur true callin’…!” he said, pulling my face back in his lap…, , making me SMELL his pubes! 

I could feel his coarse black pubic hair scratching against my clean-shaven face, the scent of his musk filling my flaring nostrils like an exotic aphrodisiac! I couldn’t help breathing in his scent, getting high as I became lightheaded off his aroma! I’d never smelt anything like it before. It definitely didn’t smell anything like my own crotch (sweaty or not)! 

His dick was definitely hard now (after breaking me), making me say what he wanted! I could feel his pants slipping further down his thighs as he got rougher with my face in his lap! Soon I could feel his thick smooth shaft against my face, as more of his cock became exposed! 

“Lick it!” he ordered, as I began licking at his pubic hair, my tongue washing through the curls and across the root base of his dick! He inched his shorts down lower, guiding my head down also, making me lick along the hard shaft as I painted the dark brown skin wet with saliva! “Yeah bitch, lick that big black dick all over…” he moaned, letting his shorts drop to his ankles (no underwear), his big thick 9 and 1/2 inch cock springing upward and bouncing like a diving board, fully erect in front of me! “…show me how much you want it, Pig!” 

I looked up at him, my eyes begging him not to make me do this, not to turn me into a cocksucker. But I could tell by his glare that he wasn’t going to let me off the hook. I knew what he wanted. I knew what I needed to do. I knew it was inevitable…as I leaned back in, extending my tongue, then slowly started to lick up the side of his cock, painting it wet all over! “Don't forget the head, bitch!" he reminded, “Shit taste like chocolate, don’t it? Now you know why so many peeps’r addicted to the black dick!” he boasted, as I licked along the underbelly, inching my way towards the head, getting my first taste of his pre-cum! It was definitely much saltier than I ever could have imagined! 

"Much better…” he complimented, watching me wash the tip, licking away all the droplets forming at the piss-slit! “…now lets suck some dick!" he said, pulling my head back, aiming his thick black angry looking rod up to my shocked, open, and not yet ready to be fucked mouth…! 

Just then suddenly (out of nowhere) we heard voices and footsteps approaching the alley, as a small group of people were walking by, heading to their cars! Adeem and I froze like statues, him still holding a fistful of my hair with one hand, his hard cock aimed at my face with the other hand, while I knelt in front of him on my knees with my mouth agape!

This was my chance to get away (I thought)…yet I just stayed there on my knees, praying no one walking by the alley would SEE me in this position! How embarrassing would it be to be found on my knees (in the dirt) with a big 9.5” cock stuffed down my throat…? Neither of us made a sound as the voices faded, then we heard 2 car engines start up and drive away! Adeem glared back down at me, and said: 

“You look hungry, Piggy…you must know its feedin’ time!” he joked, picking up where he left off! “Open wide…and remember, not teeth or I’ll knock ‘em down yur fuckin’ throat!” he threatened, shoving his cock in my mouth! 

‘OHGOD’ I thought, feeling his big dick pierce my oral cavity, weighing (heavily) against my tongue, cutting off my main source of oxygen! 

I had a cock in my mouth! I was now (officially) a cocksucker! 

Adeem shoved the head and a couple of inches in my mouth, my lips closing in around it, tasting the indescribable flavor for the first time. My mind was all a daze, my head was spinning in circles, it was all so surreal, an out-of-body experience (like watching a movie on home video)! He held his cock in my mouth for a few minutes, letting me get used to the taste before he started moving it back and forth, sliding it in and out of my mouth! I’d had hundreds of blowjobs from dozens of girls since my first sexual experience, and up until this point, I’d never wondered what it’d feel like to have a cock in my mouth…? I never understood why some women act like its totally degrading, when so many men love it! Until now! 

Adeem sawed his cock back and forth, feeding my mouth his heavy sausage as my lips stretched to accommodate him! I couldn’t believe I had a cock in my mouth, choking and gagging on it when he shoved in too much too soon! 

“urrrkkkggg…!!” I gagged, as he pulled back and started slapping me over the face with it! I was surprised by how heavy his cock felt (like a club), the meaty shaft slapping against me with a ‘THUD’ sound! 

He shoved it back in my mouth, trying to go deeper, pulling my head forward (with both hands) until the dickhead bunched up in the back of my mouth! I choked on his thick shaft, my mouth ovaling about the long dark column as spit drooled from my lips! When he released my head, I fell backwards on my heels, clutching my aching throat as I gasped for breath! 

“Don’t worry, Piggy…you’ll get better once yur USED to it!” he advised, waving his big cock at me to continue! I took a deep breath as I lifted my head, his spit-wet prick poised in front of me as I opened my mouth! 

Adeem re-stuffed my mouth full, nearly unhinging my jaw as he pushed to the back of my mouth and started thrusting! I’d never had anything so BIG in my mouth before, finding it difficult to maneuver. Adeem pulled back out and SLAPPED me across the face (kind hard), reminding me about my teeth! Before I could reply he shoved his dick back in and resumed fucking my face! I had to stretch my jaws as wide as I could, trying to keep my teeth from the thrusting flesh ravaging my mouth! He held onto my hair as he fucked, banging his dickhead into the back of my mouth, making me gag! 

When he pulled his cock from my mouth the second time, I figured it was to slap me again for scratching his cock with my teeth…? But he surprised me by grabbing my head and tilting my face upwards towards him! When I noticed he was starting to lean down towards me with pursed lips, I wondered: is this maniac really trying to kiss me…?...as if this were some romantic moment of sorts? Using his fingers to wedge open my mouth, he leaned in closely and SPIT directly in my mouth! 

“uhg!” I groaned (disgusted), feeling totally disrespected as he stood upright once again and physically pushed his cock back in my mouth and continued fucking! I was in total shock, feeling even more less of a man than before, feeling his dick flex steely hard in my mouth as he fucked! 

“Alright…” he said, sounding almost as if he regretted that his fun time was soon coming to an end! “…we’re running short on time…!…so yur gonna have to be a quick study from here on out…!” he informed, re-adjusting his hand on my head until I was at the desired angle! Unsure what he meant by that statement, I continued to try to suck his cock normally, when he suddenly gripped my head firmly with both hands and started ramming into the back of my throat! 

 “urrkkgg…URRKKKGGG…!!” I choked and gagged, as his cock bored its way through my windpipe, ramming into my esophagus, lodging into my ballooning (bull frog) neck, causing my eyes to BULGE wild! He only kept his cock there for a second before pulling back out, as I choked and shuttered from the unexpected assault! I’d barely had a second to recover when he was ramming himself back in, forcing his way back into my throat, pulling my face into his pube hairs, forcing me to deep throat! 

“URGGGKKK…!...URRKKKGG…!!” I gagged, before he released my head, allowing me to fall backwards against the wall (with spit drooling down my face)! He gripped my hair and forced his spit-coated cock back in my mouth, face-fucking me frantically, making me vomit when he yanked back out, allowing me to fall forward on my hands and knees! 

 I threw up some of the wings I’d eaten earlier, losing a lot of the beer, as it all spilled out onto the ground, tears streaming down my cheeks! I pleaded for him to stop, but he just grabbed my head again and re-rammed my mouth and throat with his big cock, penetrating straight down into the curve of my neck, battering my sore esophagus! He did this several times, leaving it in longer each time until he was finally fucking my slimy spit soaked face with his fully hard ramrod! Spit and drool was rolling down my neck and chin, drenching the front of my shirt! He fucked my face for what felt like an eternity, crash-course training me with deliberately deep rough strokes! I was powerless to stop it, feeling his big dick dig through my throat like a power tool, causing my stomach to lurch violently, his thick cock blocking me from throwing-up! Every-so-often he’d pulled me off his dripping cock, then lean down and SPIT onto my face before continuing my throat fuck! I was so delirious and dazed from a lack of oxygen that I felt near to passing out! 

 Adeem pulled out a few minutes later, leaving my mouth, face, chin, shirt, and the pavement below drenched in thick drool, phlegm, and pre-cum! My throat was so raw and sore that I could barely speak in protest! He lifted me up to my feet by my ears, giving me the impression that we were done! I was SO relieved that my unusual torture was finally over, hoping to get away and get cleaned up, feeling filthy, disgusting, and ashamed all at once! I was still trying to figure out HOW this all happened to me (still at a loss at how he picked ME for this)…?...when he suddenly turned me around and pushed me face front against the wall, shoving his hand into my back, telling me “We ain’t done here yet, sweet-pea!” 

 I felt fear stranglehold me again, as he stood behind me, out of my view of sight! 

“I told you I wanted some of that PIG-pussy…” he reminded me, standing in close behind, killing any chances of me bolting for the street! “…so why dont’chu take off those fuckin’ pants before I rip them off and you'll have to explain to yur hoe-wife what happened to them…!" he threatened. 

 I had no doubt he would do as he said, as I started to undo my belt, opening the snap on my khakis and lowering the zipper. Getting impatient with me, he grabbed the waist of my pants and physically yanked them my legs in one swift move! "We ain't got all night, bitch!” he scoffed, shoving my face against the wall while pulling my waist back towards him! I could feel his free hand all over my butt, gripping, groping, squeezing, and slapping it roughly, imagining how his cock would feel stuffed inside it! 

“Please…” I begged, as I looked back at him pleadingly from over my shoulder, trying to spear the last shreds of my manhood, my dignity, -trying to save my ass!! “…please don’t fuck me! I’ll…I’ll SUCK you off again and you can cum all over my face!” I bargained! “I won't tell anyone! No one would know! Nothing will happen to you! I promise! Please let me go!" 

 Adeem laughed hardily! 

"Pig, you ain't understandin’ me…” he said, ignoring my pleas! “…I'm TAKIN’ that pussy TODAY! And I'll be OWNIN’ it from now on!" he stated, bringing the cold hard fist of reality down on my head like a fist! "I’ll give you 30 seconds to get back on yur knees and get this cock nice and wet with yur slobber…or I'm rammin’ it up yur ass DRY!" he threatened! "And you best keep quiet unless you want yur buddies in there to know their friend is a pussy for black dick! Startin’ NOW, bitch! 30, 29, 28...” he started counting down! 

 I immediately spun around and dropped to my knees and start slobbering all over the big hard cock in front of me! I coated it in as much spit and drool as I could muster, leaving it dripping slimily with thick strands of salvia all over! When he got down to zero, he picked me back up and spun me around! "Lose the shirt!" he ordered, wanting me bare-assed in the alleyway! HE pulled off my shirt (overhead), then rolled it tightly and wrapped it around my head and mouth, tying in back, using it as a gag (to keep me quiet)! "Reach back with both hands and SPREAD that ass open for me…” he ordered, }…I wanna see that virgin pussy!” Totally humiliated, I reached back and cupped each cheek in my hand…then PULLED them apart in opposite directions, exposing my asshole to someone for the first time! 

“That’s a nice cunt, Pig!” he said with a husky voice, bending down behind me for a better look! I heard him hack up phlegm from the back of his throat, then felt him spit it onto my hole (twice)! I had never felt more vulnerable to anyone before in my life! I felt totally emasculated, having lost myself and fearing I would never survive this experience (either physically or emotionally)! 

 He stood up, grabbed my waist, then pushed the large head of his cock against my virgin asshole! I clinched my jaws around the wadded shirt stuffed in my mouth and closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable pain! I didn’t wait long! A second later he rammed his hips forward, violently penetrating my rectal ring, the bulbous head piercing straight into me like a punch to the gut! My anal muscles clinched together tightly (automatically) to try to keep him out, but he burst through anyway, ramming 1/4 of his cock into me before stopping! He pulled back, giving me a little relief, but just when it felt like his cockhead was about to pull free, he rammed back in, pushing MORE into me, stretching my hole out! 

 I screamed out into my shirt, biting down into the material, trying not to yell too loudly and cause any unwanted attention from the street! In the distance I hear voices as PANIC sat in! I was going to be found with my pants around my ankles and a big cock stuffed in my ass! But the voices quickly faded as the walked by the alley, paying no attention to what was happening inside! 

 The pain is indescribable, it felt as if my asshole was being ripped apart! It burned like hot coals and hurt like a gunshot wound, and he was just beginning this assault on my ass! He pushed all the way into (causing more pain to shoot through my bottom) until he passed a certain point where my ass just opened up and he able to slide the rest all the way inside in one long but swift move! I soon felt the coarseness of his pubes scratching against my ass! "Congratulations, bitch…” he whispered huskily into my ear, “…you’ve got it ALL in there!" he thrilled from behind. 

 "I officially OWN this pussy now!" he reminded, as I groaned (defeated) into my shirt! 

 Adeem ground himself around inside me for a few minutes (making himself at home inside me), churning his meaty rod around in my over packed, overstuffed gut! When he pulled back, it felt like my entrails were being ripped out with his cock, as my sphincter muscles fought to lock it in, refusing to let it go as it slipped out about 5 or 6 inches before being rammed back up inside me, rising me up onto my tip-toes! 

 He started a hard/fast rhythm, fucking me with a steady pace, ignore my painful groans and grunts as he rammed himself in and out quickly with sharp, long strokes! It was the most excruciating pain I’d ever felt in my entire life! I panicked that my asshole would never recover, that I’d have to have surgery to sow my hole back together again! How would I explain to my wife and colleagues that I slipped and fell down a flight of stairs and ripped open my asshole…? 

 I leaned in against the wall, my face and chest lying flat against the bricks with Adeem’s hand pushing straight into my back, keeping my hips pulled back towards him as he rammed my ass with hard/strong thrusts! "You got a nice tight pussy back here, Pig-boy…” he gloated, loving the way my asshole tightened and squeezed around him as the sphincter muscles fought for the right to protect the rectum! “…luckily for you, this tight cunt’s gonna might make me nut quick, spearin’ you a longer fuck!" he explain, slapping my ass (hard), fucking me with deep probing strokes, ramming through me quicker and faster! 

 Adeem leaned in closer behind me (pressing his chest in against my back), as he suddenly (unexpectedly) reached in around my waist and grabbed my dick for the first time, causing me to look down as his big dark hand wrapped around my stiff hard-on! ‘Oh fuck…’ -I thought to myself, noticing (for the first time) that my cock was hard! How the hell did that happen? Certainly it wasn’t from the fucking? All I felt was terrible pain shooting through my ass, making me want to pass out, surely that wasn’t what was making me hard…? 

 That’s when Adeem chimed in…

“Yeah, Pig…I knew you liked it…” he teased, licking along the back of my neck, taunting me! “…I can tell by yur hard-on that yur LOVIN’ this…” he gloated, “…no normal guy would have a full blown erection with a dick as big as mine rammin’ his ass for the first time, which could only mean yur a natural born pussy-boy bottom! I knew it from the start! From the moment I saw you in uniform, yur sweet hot ass was beggin’ to be fucked hard and raw! Yur finally gettin’ what you always wanted! How’s it feel, bitch?” 

 I had no idea what he was talking about…?...I never wanted this, I never wanted to get fuck by a man, by any man! I continued to look down, watching his hand stroke up and down my 7.5” cock, making it look smaller in his larger stroking fist! His other hand was roaming up over my chest and stomach, pulling my body back on his cock as he thrust his hips into me, driving himself in deeper! I whimpered and grunted through my shirt, feeling the continuous plunge of his cock going ever deeper into my bowels, destroying my anal muscles (as my sphincter muscles started to wane in defeat), laying wreckage to my entrails! 

“Fuck, this ass is good…!” he moaned erotically in my ear, his hot breath on my neck as he leaned in against my back, stroking me faster! 

 I groaned (erotically) as his hand sped up on my cock, making it throb while he ravaged my aching hole! I tried steeling myself (mentally) so I couldn’t feel any pleasure from his hand, but my cock already felt like it was reaching its boiling point! I could feel my loins heating up, as I closed my eyes and fought against cumming! There was no way I could cum with a cock in my ass…!...that would just be TOO gay! I was torn about how I could have a hard-on while my body was being violated so brutally? What was wrong with me? I couldn’t possibly be liking this, could I? No way!

“umff…” I moaned into my shirt, my throbbing rod causing my asshole to spasm and pucker tightly around Adeem’s thrusting cock! I felt my body starting to tremble as my my own cock got steely-hard in his stroking hand, causing me to hump his fist! 

 “…umph…” I groaned, finally feeling some sort of pleasure in this assault, as his hand started to feel too good! I soon realized there was no way I’d be able to avoiding coming! Adeem engineered so I’d cum with his cock in my ass, using it to humiliate me further! “…UMPH…” he grunted angrily, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, refusing to be a willing participant in my own demise! “…UUMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH…!!!” I yelled aloud through my spit drenched shirt, just as the cum suddenly ERUPTED from my flaring cock, shooting my future babies all over the bar wall, coating it in juices! 

 I could hear Adeem laughing in my ear, feeling my cock jerk in his fist as it spit 5 or 6 wads against the bricks! I groaned in despair (hanging my head in shame), having lost all shreds of my manhood from coming with a cock in my butt! I’d never knew it was possible! How could this have happened to me? Why did I deserve this? 

 Adeem released my cock, wiping droplets of my sperm over my chest (cleaning his hand)! He grabbed my waist with one hand, then gripped a fistful of my hair with the other, yanking my head back painfully as he fucked me harder on purpose, making me make more noise (almost as if he wanted us to get caught)…? I tried my best to stay as quiet as possible, given the great degree of difficulty it took with a massive black harpoon spearing through my guts like a lance! I wondered if there would be any permanent damage left behind? Would I ever be able to walk, sit, or shit regularly again? 

“Look at me, boy…” he demanded, twisting my head around by the roots of my hair, making me look back at him through tearful (bloodshot) eyes! “…I wanna SEE yur face when I seed this cunt for the FIRST time!” he stated through grit teeth! “Yur gonna get this nutt soon, and when I cum, I’m goona shoot my load IN yur ass, makin’ it forever MY cunt!” he announced, fucking me harder as he began slamming into like a brick wall! 

“No, please…” I begged, pulling the shirt from my mouth, begging him not to cum in me. “…I have a wife…!...kids…please don’t cum in me! Shoot it on my back, on my butt, on my face, I don’t care! Just don’t shoot it IN me, please…?...I’m begging you!” I pleaded on deaf ears! 

“Naw, bitch…I’m gonna BREED you…” he insisted, “…put my brand in you and CLAIM this pussy as mine!” he boasted, having no intentions of pulling out! 

“ohgod…” I groaned fearfully, as he fucked me extra-rough for another 2 to 3 minutes solid, his monster cock growing thicker and steelier as it wrecked my vitals like a runaway semi crashing through helpless cars on a highway! I bit my lower lip, nearly drawing blood, it was all I could do to keep from screaming out loud as my asshole was pillaged and plundered beyond belief! Then with one FINAL plunge, Adeem rammed himself in gut-deep and held himself somewhere in my stomach! I could feel his big dick pulsating wildly inside me (like an erratic heartbeat), then it suddenly EXPLODED! 

“ARRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGG…!!!” he bellowed out loud like an awaking bear, alerting anyone walking nearby that he’d just came! 

 I felt him bucking and jerking behind me, as his big dick shot 10 to 12 scorching hot molten lava-like spurts of cum directly into my burning colon, coating my aching innards in thick rich spooge! I groaned the ultimate humiliation and shame, feeling the final degradation as another man’s sperm now seared into my bowels, branded me forever as a man broken! My alpha male cop persona, my masculinity, my dignity, my self-respect would never be the same again! I’d lost everything in that moment as his big dick continued to pump fresh seed into me, filling my body with his reproductive juices! 

 He stayed inside of me for a few minutes, letting his cock drain as it slowly softened to half-mast! I could hear him panting breathlessly behind me, his arms holding me tightly, refusing to let me go until his orgasm was complete! Once finished, I felt him pull out, yanking his softening prod smoothly from my wounded, violated, and no longer virgin hole…!...leaving me feeling completely empty, sore, and dripping wet inside! With his cock now gone, I could feel my anus throbbing sorely, painfully, as his excess semen starting to escape my puling hole and run down the backs of my legs, adding to my feeling of disgrace! 

 As he let go of my body, I felt myself slipping down the side of the wall (helplessly), my buckling knees no longer able to support my weight! Standing over me (his shorts still down around his ankles), he bent down and searched my pants pockets for my wallet, pulling out my driver’s license to learn my name: “‘Antonio Reyes’…” he read aloud, staring at my photo ID, “…’1441 Christian Lane’”, he concluded, looking straight at me! “Now I know WHO you are and WHERE you live…!” he added, making my stomach knot! 

 I looked up at him defeated, having been fucked and bred by this big black dude who claimed my ass as HIS and now was threatening to keep it for future use! “Here…” he offered (tossing my wallet on the ground beside me), handing me his cell phone after typing something in it. “…enter yur phone number in this contact, and it better be yur real number! I have yur information and I WILL show up at your house if I can't call you!” 

Feeling his threat was real, I enter my real cell phone number into the contact he labeled: ‘Pig Pussy’, cringing when I read it, before handing him back his phone. He pulled his shorts up over his hips, tying the front string around his waist, his big dick still showing prominently through the bulge! 

He started telling me how things was going to be from now on…!...how I would make myself available to him at HIS convenience, at any hour of the day! “The only excuse I’ll accept is if yur workin’ and unavailable, otherwise I expect you to flip on that police siren and come runnin’ to my location like as if it was a fire! I don’t care if yur on patrol; I’ll expect to see you down on yur knees servicin’ my dick in uniform! If yur out with yur hoe, I expect the same! I don’t care if yur in the middle of makin’ love, you yank yur lil’ punk dick out of that bitch and come runnin’! Otherwise I’m gonna have to make a visit to yur house and tell that sweet blonde bitch that her MAN takes dick probably better than she does! Don’t think I won’t do it, yur not the only guy I’ve flipped and turned, cocksucker! Understand?” 

“Yes sir!” I answered meekly, even though I had no idea how I would pull all of this off…?

 He looked down at me and laughed, as I sat (half lying) on the ground, back against the cummy wall, with my pants bunched down around my ankles! I must’ve looked quite a sight, even to him! 

“You wanna know HOW I pegged you a pussy-boy so fast within 5mins of meetin’ you at that accident…?” he asked, as I looked up from his crotch, wearily…! “HOW I knew you wanted it from the moment I saw you…? I could see it in yur EYES!” he revealed! “Every-time I’d look at you, you’d look away or look down at yur clip-board like it was a safe zone or somethin’, too scared to make eye-contact with me! It might not’ve been noticeable to anyone else there, but I read you loud and clear, Officer Reyes! You wanted it BAD! You were makin’ my dick so hard! That stupid bitch and her boyfriend kept thinkin’ my hard-ons were for her…, but I was thinkin’ of YOU the whole time, waitin’ for a moment like this, when I could get you alone and show you what you were created for! I was so tempted to fuck you right there in that parkin’ lot after they left, but I knew I had to wait, to build on yur anticipation and fear, to make you really HOT for it like you were today! I knew we’d meet again, eventually! Yur dick was so HARD in my hand, I never had any doubt you’d love it! 

“That Puerto-Rican chick kept eyein’ my dick and makin’ google-eyes at me, tryin’ to get me in her pussy…, but little did she know that the next day her boyfriend was the one bent over takin’ my big dick up his ass! I’d taken HIS information also, and called him the next day to discuss the accident man to man! Nigga tried to play it all tough like you did, but not twenty minutes later he was chokin’ on my dick and takin’ it up the ass like a prison cunt! Left two loads in his sloppy pussy too! That accident was the best thing to happen to me in a long time, got 2 new pussies out of it!" he gloated, feeling pretty good about himself! 

“You can get dressed, now bitch…" he said, preparing to leave! “…I gotta get back to the pussy I came in with!” he added, referring to his companion! “He aint gonna like that you took his load!" he joked, laughing as he walked away, leaving me by myself to contemplate everything he said! 

I continued to sit there for a few more minutes, trying to get my composure. I’d just discovered that my attack, my rape, was brought on because of something I DID, something in my EYES! What was it? What was I projecting that someone, anyone, could read and believe I liked this kind of shit…? If HE could see, who else could see it? Was a walking breathing poster calling to be fucked and abused…? 

Realizing someone (an employee) would eventually come out of the bar for a smoke or to use the dumpster, I decided to get up and get dressed before I got caught with my pants down (literally)! My body (my ass and throat) hurting severely as I struggled (weakly) to my feet, my sore asshole screaming in protest as MORE semen escaped my ruined anal ring, spilling out and down the backs of my legs in tiny rivers! It was SO humiliating as I pulled up my pants, fastening them around my waist. 

I untied my shirt from around my neck and untangled it before pulling it on overhead, feeling the cool wetness from my own spit and drool all over it.I looked down and noticed my pants were filthy and stained, and my shirt was wrinkled and wet. I organized myself as best I could, matting down my disheveled hair, trying to make myself more presentable before returning to my friends, hoping no one would notice the sudden CHANGE in me…? 

I staggered my way out of the alley (where I’d lost my anal virginity) and back into the sports bar where I immediately noticed Adeem sitting at his table with his companion. They both looked back at me, as Adeem smirked, and his companion frowned (I guessed he’d just told him about our encounter in the alley)…? I walked by their table (feeling like I’d just fallen down an elevator shaft) and headed towards my friends. I notice there were only 3 of them left. I walk up and took a seat, realizing I’d missed the rest of the game!

"Dude, I thought you had left?” said DeMarco, looking back at me, strangely. “What the hell happened to you?" he asked, curiously. I explained that while I was outside having a smoke, I noticed a couple having trouble with their car, so I got under the hood and helped them get started. Thankfully Marco was drunk enough not to ask any more questions, and eager to get home to fuck his wife. He said his goodbyes, paid his portion of the bill, then walked out along with our 2 other buddies. I noticed Adeem and his companion (a 40ish looking white guy, about 5’7 or 8 inches tall, with reddish hair and a little bit of a belly) walk out behind them. 

I continued to sit for a while, finishing up our beers as I tried to collect myself. How can I go home? –I wondered. What would I say to my wife? Why had I let this happen? I was a police officer for christ’s sakes, how could I have let things get so far out of hand? How could I be no worse off than any GIRL unable to defend herself from a rapist? How could I expect to help other people if I couldn’t help myself…? 

I sat terrified that this situation could get a lot worse if the guys in my department were to ever learn about what happened to me. Not only would I be the laughing stock, no one would want to work with me again, no one would respect me, who would want a guy as backup who couldn’t keep himself from being raped by ONE guy…? 

After about 20mins I decided to head home. I reached into my pocket for my wallet to pay my bill, when I noticed my driver’s license was missing! I thought back to the alleyway and realized Adeem had pocketed my ID when he searched through my wallet! He knew my name and address and could come by at anytime to do to my wife what he did to me in the alley! I’d have to change the locks just to be careful! 

I left the sports bar and headed back to my car, heading for a life of uncertainty.

The drive home was about 30mins, all of which I drove in a complete haze, having no idea how I got there. I don’t even remember stopping at any lights or traffic signs, although I’m sure I did, as I hadn’t caused any accidents along the way. 

I parked outside the house and stared up at my home for a few minutes, having left the house a different man that morning (a stronger more confident man). What was I now? How could I protect my family? What was to stop HIM from coming here and taking control of both of us? Making US his sex-slaves? 

The lights were all off so I knew Susanne was asleep. I cut off the engine and got out of the car, stifling a scream as another sharp pain shot through my anus. I nearly buckled again (like in the alley) as I latched onto the car door for support, keeping myself upright. When I looked back in the car (making sure I didn’t leave anything behind), I noticed the driver’s seat had a large WET spot where I’d been sitting. I reached back behind me and touched my own ass, feeling a large wet stain in the seat of my pants (where his cum had leaked)! 

Pulling the tail of my shirt down lower (trying to cover it), I dashed towards the house, hoping to get inside before any of the neighbors might stop me to talk and notice the wet marks leaking from my asshole. 

Once inside, I noticed the house was quiet. We had a small 2 bedroom single story home, just big enough for a small family just starting out. Susanne and I’d only been married 2yrs, with a new baby only 9mons old. I was a father, a husband, a son, a brother, and now a rape victim. 

Despite everything we tell victims about not washing away evidence, I just HAD to take a shower, there was no way I was going to report this rape, nor go to bed and sleep beside my wife with another man’s sperm in my guts. 

I quietly headed for the bathroom, locking the door behind me (which I normally never did). I remove my clothes, placing them in a plastic bag instead of the hamper (not wanting my wife to find my soiled clothes). When I got to my underwear, I felt my heart beating faster. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and slowly pulled them down off my hips, looking at the inside seat as they slid down past my knees towards the floor. My heart nearly stopped when I noticed BLOOD in the ass of my shorts! 

“ohmygod” I said to myself, knowing my asshole had bled during the rape! Turning towards the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door, I turned my back to it and bent over at the waist, staring between my legs at the reflection of my ass, reaching back to carefully pull the cheeks apart, wanting to see my asshole for myself. 

I’d never seen my own asshole before, although I’d seen assholes in porn movies and magazines, and I’d even seen my own wife’s asshole on several occasions (usually when we have sex in doggy-position), so I was relatively aware that my asshole weren’t supposed to look like the red, swollen, puffy, and irritated orifice I was now staring at in horror! 

I couldn’t help holding one ass cheeks open with one hand, while slipping the other hand between my legs (beneath my balls), and up into my ass crack to FEEL my sore, irritated ring. I cringed at the touch, as my asshole spasm and released another fat creamy/ crimson wad of blood & cum (mixture), which dribbled slowly down over my perineum towards my loose hanging balls. I knew at that moment I needed to go to the hospital and have my asshole examined, but I knew the doctors would know instantly that I’d been raped and would HAVE to report it. 

Turning on the shower, I adjusted the water to HOT, then climbed in and began washing up. The water started to scold against my skin, but I didn’t care, I just wanted to wash off the dirt and grime of my ordeal, wanting no trace of what happened to me. 

I washed up several times, staying in the shower far longer than usual, scrubbing every inch of my body, brushing my teeth and tongue, washing out any traces of his cock and cum. I parted my ass cheeks and rubbed soapy fingers over the irritated ring, even going as far as to dart one in and out, wanting to wash away all signs of his presence from inside. After the shower I stepped out and searched the medicine cabinet for any ointments. I found an antibiotic cream (for scrapes and bruises), and apply it to my asshole. It burned! I cringed and jumped around for a moment, holding my behind like a cartoon character searching for a bucket of water to sit in. Once the burning dissipated, I was able to feel the coolness it brought to my hole, relieving the pain. 

Bagging my clothes, I decide to throw away the underwear, the boxer-briefs were too far gone with the blood and cum stains in the rear. I HID the bag of soiled clothes to wash in the morning, then shoved the underwear towards the bottom of the garbage can, burying it underneath last night’s leftover’s. 

I made my way to bed, tip-toeing as to not awaken Susanne. I was far too tired to make love to her tonight, as I slip in under the covers (on my back) and stare up at the ceiling, replaying the events in my head, re-living the accident, the introductions, the citation, the looks, the intimidation, and the nerves all over again. I tried to see what Adeem saw in me…but I can’t find nothing wrong with my actions. I think of the second encounter, hanging with my wife and friends, drinking, eating, watching the game, then seeing Adeem enter the picture. My cock stirred as I remember him staring at me, his EYES, his piercing eyes which seemed to look right through me to the other side. What did he see, dammit? I think harder, walking my wife outside, kissing her goodbye, smoking outside the building, arguing with Adeem, being dragged into the alley, not screaming, not wanting to cause attention. That was my first mistake; I should have screamed. Marco and 5 other cops were sitting not 50ft away in the bar. Someone would’ve heard. The situation would have been VERY different (in hindsight). 

Adeem wrestled me to the ground, then pulled his fat hard cock from his shorts, pulling my face in his crotch. My second mistake; I should have punched him in the balls and ran for the hills while he lay on the ground thriving in pain, holding his sac. I recalled him smearing his cock across my lips, making me taste pre-cum for the first time, shoving his cock in my mouth, making me suck him, fucking my throat, choking me, gagging me, making me vomit. I remembered begging him not to cum inside me, pleading that he leave me with ONE shred of indignity, but he didn’t listen, he rammed his big black cock in me and fucked me anyway, ruining my asshole, making it soft, sore, and puffy. I could still FEEL it throbbing, as I reached down and noticed my cock was hard (even bow). What the hell was wrong with me? 

Rolling over onto my side, ignoring my erection, pulling the covers up over my shoulder as I prayed for SLEEP to come and claim me…! 

This story was written by Eugene Marvin, aka NPhillydogg, AND Antonio Fernandez!  It was heavily inspired by real-life events  that happened to him personally.  

If you liked this story, please write me at [email protected] with your comments, questions, and suggestions.  

You can contact Antonio directly at [email protected] with any questions you have about his story and depiction.