Officer Greg Holloway
I don’t know exactly how long I’ve been hanging here. It could be days or hours. I’m a fucking motorcycle cop for crying out loud. I’m a goddamned motor officer, and hell, I wear the uniform proudly. I’ll admit it, when I use these black motherfuckers on my feet to kick start my Harley to life it goes directly to my balls. I’ll admit it!
I’m a pussy a chaser. If I can get this nine inch pig sticker of mine into a wet juicy cunt or asshole I’m happy. Every dude on the force wishes he was me. I don’t lose at anything, nothing! I have never been bested or beaten by any man at any time, doing anything in my adult life. I’m a six-foot-four-inch mountain of hard muscle, even my toes have muscles for Christ sake. Chicks throw their panties at me.
Am I arrogant? Fucking ‘A’ I’m arrogant, if you looked anything like me, you’d be the same way. I have a gym worked out bod unequaled by any other dude on the force and here I hang by my arms stripped down to my white boot socks.
It just doesn’t happen to a straight dude like me. Just doesn’t happen – I’m not some faggot playing dungeon games. I’m the motherfucker who can take down any wrong doer in a heartbeat. I’m tough and hard as nails, that’s me.
This Goddamned leather mask covering my eyes keeps me in darkness that’s for sure. There’s no sound, no movement except mine when my socked feet scissor through the stale air trying to make a connection with something, anything solid that could be helpful. But all I find is emptiness.
Whoever did this to me is going to pay big time. I’m not somebody you fuck with and come out alive. Hell NO! If I go down, I go down fighting. AND I AIN’T GOING DOWN!
They got me in some kind of underground bunker. Dampness hugs every plane and curve of my body. I’m blinded to my surroundings but absorbing the feeling of nonstop danger around me.
The muscles in my shoulders and upper back are crying out for relief. The burning sensation of muscles starved of blood has turned to pain that radiates though my entire body, with each beat of my heart from my toes to the top of my head.
But I can take anything they dish out! They’re not dealing with some kind of pussy boy here, they’re fucking with ME!
The only thing I remember after waking up here is meeting Tony at his place for drinks. I remember that his wife Sarah had taken their two months old son Chance down to Florida to spend some time with her sister and relax on the beach, so he had the house to himself and was living the life of a liberated husband on the loose.
His house looked like shit. Dirty dishes in the kitchen sink, unmade beds throughout, jockstraps and soiled socks hanging on door knobs. This man’s an unorganized waste to time, but he’s got connections, so there I was drinking his beer feeling sorry for the poor slob of a cop. Handsome as fuck, my rival for attention from the fairer sex. I know he keeps his pistol wet and gets all the snatch he can handle and for that I admire him.
I’ve dodged the wedding bells so far. I’m twenty-six and don’t intend to get snared. As long as I can keep this guided missile hanging between my legs aimed at some sweet young thing, virgin if possible, because I live for the thrill of crashing through her hymen to watch her bleed for me. I like to be the first guy inside and feel her tight pussy lips close surround my dickhead.
I like to tie them up for days of non-stop pussy and asshole fucking. In that respect, I’m a pervert, but they don’t seem to mind because they keep coming back for more of the same. I’m into bondage, but I’ve never been tied up or cuffed except at the Police Academy in take down drills.
But here I’m fucking hang by my wrists like a side of beef after the slaughter or something just as bad. There’s nothing I can do about it for now, it’s out of my hands. How I got here, wherever here is, I don’t know. And where are my cop buddies? How did they let his happen to me? Yeah, where the fuck are they? Are they also hanging like sides of beef like me? Is this some kind of terrorist attack on the police force?
Something is happening around me. I can feel the presence of others, hear footsteps. I cock my head this way and then that trying to pick up sounds and make sense of them. Something or someone just brushed my socked feet. It’s a hand. Someone is fucking with my feet. What the fuck!
“Hey, get the fuck offa my feet!” I yell into the darkness. “Leave me the fuck ALONE!”
Hot breath is engulfing both of my feet inside of my socks. A big hand is massaging the arches, holding them in a tight squeeze.
I hear Buck: “Yeah, fresh outta his boots, they’re good and sweated up and a little stinky – here, take a good whiff of these manly dogs.”
Oh shit! That’s Buck Masters and Tony Marino messing with my feet. Did they do this to me? Did two of my best cop pals do this? Are they faggots, cop faggots? What the hell man!
“Hey, you two, what kind of game is this – let me know so I join in – come on you guys get me down from here, my fucking arms are killing me, come on. Please.”
“Yeah” Buck said to Tony. “Let’s get him down and cuff his hands behind his back, you know, we haven’t cleaned his shitter out yet.”
“WHAT! – you guys talking about me?”
“That’s right Greg, we’re talking about you.” Tony chimes in. “All three of us like a nice a clean butt hole to fuck, and your party hasn’t even begun – we’re waiting for Stuart to get here with some party favors before we begin.”
“Party, what party man – what party?”
Buck is kneeling down in front to Greg’s socked feet, easing the first one off with his teeth clamped onto the toe. The sole has the brownish imprint of Greg’s heel and forefoot. It is slightly damp with Greg’s foot sweat soaked in after being worn for eight hours straight. Greg’s foot has carefully trimmed nails and high arches. Buck covers his face with the boot sock and uses his fingers to push it into his open mouth to suck out as much of the foot sweat as he can. Then shoves it along with the other sock in his right back pocket for later use.
Buck holds both feet in his hands admiring the slight dusting of black hairs on top of each perfectly formed toe. The manly scent of socked feet trapped in tight leather all day forms an invisible mask over Buck’s face as he sucks into his lungs a temporary fix for his addiction to the man hanging before him and his perfect feet.
“Masters. What the fuck are you doing with my feet dude – get the fuck offa me!”
Buck chuckles to himself as his thumbs massage the arch, then swabs his tongue between each toe, finally coming to the big toe and sucks it into his mouth to nurse on it like a short dick. He’s humming and fondling the other foot while holding it to his cheek.
“Come on Buck, we better get him down before we do permanent damage to his shoulders – he won’t give us any trouble, he won’t be able to use his arms for some time, he’s harmless.”
Tony says as he vacuums Greg’s hanging thick piece into his mouth, nursing on it until it stiffens and stands away from his body pointing at him. Tony slaps the hard member with his open hand and watches it bob up and down, fully engorged.
“What the fuck man, that hurt – ok, ok, I get it, this is some kind of initiation right – like a fraternity, Kappa Delta Cluster Fuck, fraternity. You got the chicks hidden somewhere, huh?”
“There’s no chicks, just us roosters, champ.”
“What do you mean, just us roosters?”
“Just what it sounds like, three horny bros with a hunger for hot, handsome straight dudes like you – you’ve got what we want pussy chaser, that’s why we drugged and knocked you out you at Tony’s place.”
“You can’t do shit like this to me, that’s rape and you’ll all wind up behind bars – better think this through before you get in too deep!”
“Hey you guys, I see you got Mr. Wonderful right where he belongs.” Stuart says entering Buck’s playroom, carrying a grocery bag full of goodies. He’s dressed in Buck’s son Mark’s motorcycle officer uniform. He’s had his brown hair cut Marine style and he looks the part he’s playing.
“Let’s get him down – I think the three of us can handle him.” Stuart says holding a Taser in his hand.
Tony and Buck operate the block and tackle in reverse to bring Greg down until his feet touch the deck. His arms are useless to him as they hang unmoving next to his sides. Stuart walks behind Greg and pulls both of his hands behind his back, removes chrome plated cop handcuffs from their leather keeper on his duty belt and secures Greg’s hands behind his back.
Stuart stands in front of Greg and hefts Greg’s heavy ball sack in both palms judging their weight. Greg hawks a wad of spit onto Stuart’s forehead. The warm saliva runs down Stuart’s nose dropping off the tip. “Take that you motherfucker!” Greg yells at the top of his voice.
“Oh, I see, this is the kind of game you wanna play huh – let’s see if this was in your plan!” Stuart closes his fingers tightening them around the nut bag in his palms.
“AHHH SHIT – GET OFF ME, GET OFF ME!”
Stuart continues to stretch Greg’s cum tanks steadily toward the deck and uses one hand to punch and pound them like a punching bag.
“Ok, ok, I give up, I give up” his shouts echo around the room as he tries to hold onto what’s left of his dignity.
Stuart stands nose to nose to Greg, still holding his ball sack in his hand and says calmly, “You know pussy bandit when I saw you putting your moves on that innocent sixteen year old high school girl I knew we had to do something about it, and this is it!”
“You gonna geld this bull and turn him into a steer?” Greg says sarcastically.
“Oh, no, this straight cum factory of yours is going to produce massive amounts of your baby batter to feed three very hungry bi mouths. You’ve got the breakfast of champions hanging right here between your hairy legs straight boy – so don’t worry about losing them.”
“Ok, haul him over to the shower stall and let’s clean him out.” Stuart directs Tony and Buck. The two of them drag Greg to the shower stall as he jerks desperately trying to pull himself away from them, their strength and determination hold him in check.
Stuart tests the water making sure that it’s medium warm then inserts the stainless-steel nozzle up and into Greg’s butt hole and hold it there until his bowels are full of warm water. “I can’t take anymore – pull it out – pull it out!” Greg cries out. “TAKE IT OUT PLEASE!”
They drag him over to the toilet and push him onto the seat, holding him there. He expels a flood of brown fetid water from his asshole. They drag him back and fill him up with more warm water, then bring him back to the toiled seat. Buck, massages Greg’s lower abdomen urging the putrid water out of his ass then back to the shower stall to repeat the procedure until the water expelled is clean and clear.
“You two scrub him down, he smells like shit.” Stuart says to both men.
Greg stands soundlessly with his legs spread wide hands cuffed behind his back as Buck and Tony use a luffa sponge and soap to scrub down his body, paying special attention to his dick, balls and asshole. Buck, inserts his soapy fingers into Greg’s butt hole causing him to grunt and lean forward in an attempt to get the fingers out of his ass.
“No worries straight boy, just getting your kitchen nice and clean.” Buck chides his prey. Sprays off the soap and drags him out to towel dries his hairy body.
‘Good” Stuart says as he surveys the tall muscular cop he’s taken prisoner. “Put him down on his knees.” He says, unbuttoning his fly to haul out his thickly veined cock, the head covered with precum glistening under the overhead lighting.
“Get my phone and make certain that you get his mouth full of my dick and that’s all. Make sure that his face is in focus. I want this shot from every angle possible. We’ll do the same when he’s sucking both of your dicks.”
“You see pussy snatcher; your cunt hunting days are over. These three dicks are your Masters from now on, so come to grips with the reality of your new life straight boy.”
Both Buck and Tony stand on each side of Greg’s head, dangling their dicks and balls next to his face as Stuart keeps his hard dick in Greg’s mouth, and videos the face of motor officer Holloway surrounded by cocks and sucking Stuart’s hard ramrod.
Stuart pulls his dick out of Greg’s mouth and musses up the giant’s hair. Tony steps up and says to Greg, “I put in your request for leave and Captain approved it, so you belong to us for the next month. I think when you emerge on the other end of the tunnel, you will be a properly trained straight boy slave – what do you think Officer Holloway?”
“I say FUCK ALL OF YOU! You ain’t gonna turn me into a sick fucker like the three of you, not going to happen!”
Tony standing next to Greg, locks his elbow around Greg’s neck and drags him into the center of the playroom, kicks the back of Greg’s knees sending him tumbling down to the deck and begins herding him around the floor with the toe of his patrol boots, kicking him in the ass, stomach, chest, legs, back, anywhere his body is unprotected which all of it is.
Tony shouts to him, “You want some more asshole, I ain’t tired and could fucking do this all day!”
Greg has his knees drawn up to his chest for protection from the steady pummeling he’s receiving. “Ahh shit dude STOP please STOP!” Greg is able to call out wriggling away from the punishing foot leather.
Tony kneels next to Greg’s face and spits into Greg’s mouth when he opens it to continue with his plea. Tony says, grabbing a handful of hair. “I’ve wanted to have your bragging ass in this position for a long time big boy, and now I got you!”
“You queer boys will never convert me, no matter what you have planned, it ain’t gonna work on me!”
Tony squeezes the deltoid muscles in Greg’s shoulders and forces him down on his stomach, kicks his bare feet apart and descends between Greg’s legs with dick in hand and falls on top of the bound cop and spears into his clean ass with one jab all the way to his balls and holds there glued to the warm body under him savoring his victory.
“You motherfucker I’ll kill you if it’s the last thing I ever do, I’m gonna fucking kill your sorry ass, get your dick outta my ass, GET IT OUT!” Greg screams attempting to look over his shoulder, eyes still covered with the leather mask.
Tony stays glued to his back, both of his hands gripping Greg’s neck and begin a slow steady grind in and out of the straight cop under him. Tony pulls back, his glutes bunched together, then relaxes as he plunges back into Greg’s loosening sphincter.
“This fucker’s tight men, I’m talking TIGHT!” He slaps the sides of the ass he’s hammering, riding it like a bucking bronc. “Come on now horsey, pull the cum outta this cowboys balls so I can drench your insides and make you part of the herd!”
He goes in and almost all the way out of Greg’s ruined asshole, Tony continues to slam fuck his prey, ass juices produced by the ungreased dick pummeling the hole seep out around the shaft, clear ass juices mixed with specks of blood stain his thick shaft.
Buck and Stuart are standing close by watching the cop being fucked. They have their cocks in hand slowing jacking to the action on the floor. Stuart speaks to Tony, “Drop that load in his ass, I want to fuck in on it.”
“Not a prob boss, I’m fully loaded for this straight boy’s bottom hole - just give me a few more minutes to enjoy myself, then he’s all yours.”
Buck and Stuart stand next to each other, arms over the others shoulder watching Tony breed his captive. It takes five minutes of Tony pounding relentlessly into Greg’s butt before he grabs Greg’s shoulders to force his dick deeper all the way to is nuts and yells out loud, “Making some babies in you stud, you’ve got the mark of a whore in you now, Ahh Fuck Yeah baby!” Tony releases his army of swimmers into Greg’s unprotected insides, slowing down into a slow grind.
Tony slowly pulls his still hard cock out of Greg’s wrecked hole. Buck fall to his knees to take Tony’s cum covered dick into his mouth to clean it off and suck off Greg’s ass juices.
“Marines are the best cock suckers on the planet, you can eat this meat anytime you get hungry.” He says to Buck, playing with the Marine’s military buzz cut, “Any time!”
Stuart grabs Greg under his armpit while Buck take the other side and they drag him over to the leather fuck bench and force him chest down over it. Hands still cuffed over the small of his back. Stuart grabs the leather mask and jerks it from Greg’s eyes and speaks, bending over so they can eye ball each other, “I want you fully aware of what’s going to happen to you from now on straight boy – you see this nine incher, it’s about to plow your field and my swimmers are going to keep Tony’s company, then Buck is going to leave his in you.”
“Fuck yeah!” Buck says, “The party is just beginning.”
End.
