Thomas' Rape

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Later that day after leaving the DA’s office, Thomas got a text from the arresting officer of his rapists, 35-year-old Cuban-American Detective Assante, whom Thomas had met during the lineups. Detective Assante wanted to meet to go over the case again and about the possibility going another route. Thomas texted back that he was available later in the day.

“Filing a false claim is a serious matter, but the department and DA’s office isn’t going to pursue this any further. Everyone is understanding about matters like this” Detective Assante said in Thomas’ living room after he sat and put his revolver on the coffee table.

“There was no false claim! I made a true statement! I was raped by those creeps!”

“Hey, I’ve been on the job for 10 years, I’ve seen a lot. A young guy has inner conflicts and keeps them bottled up because he’s ashamed. He decides to let loose and feels guilty for giving in to his true nature, then cries rape.”

“That’s disgusting! I have a girlfriend! We’re done!”

“Calm down. I interviewed those guys, they’re credible. You were happy taking them on. There was marijuana and amyl nitrate in your system. You wanted to party and let off steam. Nothing wrong with that. You can’t get what you really want from your girlfriend but she’s a good cover. I’ve seen that a lot.”

“I said that they gave me a joint made me smell that stuff before they raped me. They said it would put me in the mood! I fought them!”

“We’re alone, talking man to man you don’t have to keep this up. You got poppered up to more enjoy your BBC gang fuck” said Detective Assante. Detective Assante rose and Thomas noticed his wedding ring as his hands went to his belt, undid it, unzipped the fly of his dark gray suit trousers and took out his dick and balls.

“You like to get wild with dark guys. I’m up for it, see how hard I am. We’ll have a good time. Guys like you can’t admit to yourselves that this is what you want.”

Six feet tall muscular black-haired Detective Assante’s hard eight inch uncut thick dick and swaying full balls were on display. He peeled back his foreskin and was shaking his dick with his hand. “Here you go.”

“Get the fuck out of here!”

“Cool. I get it. You want it rough, just like all of the other snotty brats” said Detective Assante as he grabbed the sitting Thomas hair, pulling his face toward his dick. This all happened so fast, Thomas was confused, overwhelmed, and seized with hopelessness, he was on a new plain of consciousness. Detective Assante’s tool was now lodged down his throat. He worked on Detective Assante’s proud manhood with his lips, tongue and mouth. “Fuck yeah! They weren’t kidding! A white boy with a hot mouth! You suck dick like a pro!”

Thomas continued giving Detective Assante the excellent blowjob he been trained to give in the van. “Shit! You’re a great deep throater!” Detective Assante took out his engorged cock slick with Thomas’ saliva. He pulled Thomas up, and groped his ass. “I want to tap that so bad. I’ll give it to you just like you like it.”

“You don’t have any lube? You really are a freak, you just take it with spit!” roared the nude Detective Assante to Thomas who was in his bed on his hands and knees, ass up. “That’s hot!” Detective Assante spit a few globs of saliva on his hand, wetted up his cock and then spit in Thomas’ ass.

Thomas hollered as felt Detective Assante’s hog piercing his sphincter and entering deep inside him. His anal cavity stretched open, relaxed around the policeman’s erection and then seductively clamped around it. Thomas soon felt the familiar dread of taking it up the ass again and the shameful pleasure of it. Detective Assante was a skilled cocksman, Thomas was sobbing as he got pounded out and was in tears as his own hard dick shot off all over his bed. Detective Assante was groaning as he copiously came in Thomas.

“I have to run. I’m a family man, I got a wife and four kids and have to get home for dinner” said the freshly showered Detective Assante who was again in his suit and tie and had put his revolver back on. Thomas was in a bathrobe, stunned and silent . “I told you we’d have a good time. This’ll be a great arrangement for us” grinned Detective Assante. “You shouldn’t be so uptight about what you are. You don’t have to tell anyone, just be yourself. See you again soon.” There was a knock at the door. Detective Assante opened it. “This is my partner, Detective Gigante…”