An Officer & Three Gentlemen

A hot Detroit cop has his balls busted wide open by 3 lucious hunks

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An Officer & Three Gentlemen

- July 3, 19xx

	A dense fog was settling over Detroit.  Jason Allen, a rookie 
with the Force on his first night of patrol had landed into a 
situation hotter than the stale Great Lake's air of this Independence 
Day eve.  The brightly lit silhouette of the Renaissance Center could 
be seen  rising up from above the skyline of filth, decease and 
scandal that constituted the Great Lake docks.  Particularly macabre 
were those long ago abandoned such fixtures -- left empty long ago by 
Sears Roebuck, General Motors and Waylend Glass -- all of which, like 
Jason, had seen much better days.  Oh how Jason wished he could be 
some how magically transported away from the abandoned warehouses and 
disrepair cranes and into the warmth and security of some penthouse 
suite in the Renaissance Center, but that wasn't going to happen.  
Gregory Snider,  his veteran partner, and himself had been responding 
to a call that some devil worshipers were holding some sort of 
ceremony inside an abandoned warehouse.  Upon arriving, Gregory was 
ambushed by two of the three worshipers inside and shot mercilessly 
at pointblank range just inches from Jason.  The men, with tasers, 
pepper spray and chrome pipes had quickly subdued Jason and had 
stuffed him into the back of a dilapidated 1974 Thunderbird.  Within 
moments the car was speeding away from the warehouse district and 
towards...

  "And news from around the capital city today..."  Jason heard a 
muffled radio announcer say.  He had been tied and gagged and was 
buried under something, a tarp of some kind, weighted heavily with 
what felt like books. "We're... we're in Lansing!"  Jason thought.  I 
have to get help.  He struggled violently with his restraints, but 
the confrontation at the water front and the exhaustion from going at 
least a day without food or water made it impossible.  Jason could 
feel that the car was not in motion.  All about he heard noise, felt 
motion.  Bells on a door some distance away, clanged; a women talked 
to her daughter about gymnastics practice - they had stooped at a gas 
station.  But why...?  The car swept into motion and something very 
large, very warm and very heavy was tossed onto Jason's stomach.  All 
went black.

	When Jason regained conciseness again, he was no longer under 
the tarp.  He was in a cabin, judging by the view from the window, 
somewhere far north - perhaps as far as the Macinak Bridge area. The 
cabin was tiny and had only one room.  No cupboards, shelves, tables, 
chairs, nor even a toilet or sink.  Only a television tucked into the 
corner, a small window on the western face and a cream colored 
halogen lamp that offered the only light.  At the moment, Jason was 
being forced into a standing position by two ropes attached to each 
arm that extended to the ceiling.  His legs, too were confined by 
ropes leading to anchors on the floor.  Jason quickly noticed he had 
been striped to his Speedo thong-like underwear and his legs were 
spread open wide.  The two of the men were standing three feet away, 
looking Jason up and down as one would do at a slab of meat at a 
Japanese nikuya.

	"He's a prime one!"  one of them, a 20-something blonde with 
an adorable boyish face and freckles commented.

	"Yeah."  supported another, this one with long brown hair 
held behind his back in a ponytail and with broad, muscular shoulders.

	"Looky here!"  said the other one who had been standing near 
the television.

	"Channel 7 news you can use.  Tonight, 21 year old Jason 
Allen of the Detroit PD is missing.  His partner was found dead, 
police are holding his name until..."

	"Isn't that a riot!"  he said.

	They all broke into unexplainable laughter as the man near 
the television kicked the picture tube in.

	"I'm Sabastian."  said the blonde kid.  "Sabastian Waters."  
Sabastian was dressed in a tight T-shirt that perfectly outlined his 
muscular chiseled abs.  His pants were leather, and also several 
sizes too small, as if to outline the massive bulge in the front.  On 
his feet he donned military surplus boots which had been retrofitted 
with soccer-type kleets on the underside.

	"I am Drew Alden."  said the guy standing next to him, bowing 
slightly while his arm was crossed over his stomach -- a perfect 
gentleman!  His voice was very deep and very rough, yet extremely 
sexy! Drew wore no shirt, which showed off perfectly his awesomely 
muscular torso and extremely broad shoulders.  He was wearing a faded 
pair of blue jeans which had been cut off below the knee.  They were 
so tight, they appeared uncomfortable.  They outlined in full detail 
his massive cock and voluptuous balls.  He was wearing no shoes nor 
socks.

	"And I'm Fred Blanc."  said the last one, moving in closer to 
the group.  Fred was the hottest of all.  He was, it seemed, only 18 
or 19 years old.  His body was that of a high school football jock - 
muscles bulging everywhere.  His clothes, unlike the others, were 
extremely non-attention grabbing.  He wore a plain baggy white T-
shirt with loose fitting khaki slacks.  He wore Air Jordan's of the 
newest variety, and one could see he wore 'normal' white cotton 
socks.  His hair was styled in a conservatively stylish bowl cut and 
shimmered reddish brown.  His eyes were hazel and had the most 
gorgeous depth of color.  To top it off, he wore what appeared to be 
a school ring and a small Nike ear ring.  Compared to the others, he 
was dressed for the latest fashion magazine.  But even though you 
couldn't directly see it, Fred had a body that beat the others hands 
down.  His titanic 10 inch penis and egg sized balls made a bulge 
even through the baggy khaki.  Every time Fred inhaled, his muscular 
stomach heaved outward, stretching the fabric of his shirt.

	The site of these gorgeous men was almost too much for Jason, 
who couldn't control his hardening cock.

	"You're nicely equipped.."  Sabastian noticed grabbing and 
massaging Jason's basket.  He was no doubt impressed by Jason's 
bulge -- an 8 inch cock and nice size balls -- and his muscular back 
and stomach.  Jason's shoulders were broad, almost broader than 
Drew's and his legs were well toned and rippling with muscle.

	"Thank you."  Jason graciously accepted with a casualness 
that almost made him forget the severity of the situation... then he 
remembered "What are you going to do..."

	Jason hadn't finished before the bottom of  Sabastian's boot 
slammed into Jason's exposed balls.  Jason reeled in agony, screaming 
vainly into the night.

	"That's what!"  Drew answered grabbing Jason by the balls and 
squeezing mercilessly.  Drew rolled both of Jason's testicles to the 
left side of the scrotum and restricted and movement back with his 
thumb.  Then he went in for the kill and started to pound the stretch 
scrotum with his free hand.

  "They keep slipping.  Take off his pants, Fred."

  "With pleasure!"  Fred nearly squealed, grabbing a pair of scissors 
he had been hiding behind his back and began carelessly cutting 
Jason's undies off.

  "Wouldn't wanna' slip!"  Fred laughed, the blades of the scissors 
stooped seconds before they were to slice through the base of Jason's 
cock.   When the underwear fell to the floor, Jason's genitals rolled 
out of their restraints.  The three were impressed at the hang of his 
balls and made small side comments to this fact.

	"No please! No more!"  Jason pleaded.

  Sabastian again pounded his boot into Jason's nuts.  Then, without 
warning, grabbed Jason by both shoulders and proceeded to ram his 
knee upward into Jason's groin.  Jason felt nauseous has the waves of 
pain shot up his body.  Sabastian's large knee flatted Jason's entire 
package painfully into his body.

  Oh yeah!  They're gonna' rupture!" Sabastian announced confidently 
ramming his knee over and over into Jason's nuts.

  "No.  Let me have some fun first!"  Drew suggested.

	Drew again grabbed Jason's big balls and proceeded to trap 
both testicles into one half of the scrotum.  He then pounded this 
stuffed side with his free fist.

  "Oh! Oh!"  Jason cried in sexual agony.  His body writhed, each 
muscle glistening golden with sweat.  The torture was killing him but 
the feeling of Drew's hand on his privates made him very aroused.  
The pounding continued two...three... four... ten times then Fred 
stepped in, motioning to the others to step aside.

  Fred looked deep into Jason's eyes, probing his mind and giving him 
suggestive smiles "It's too bad your a cop.  I think your cute, 
Jason.  It is Jason, right?  I only looked at your drivers license 
for a sec."

  "Yeah."  Jason answered intoxicated by the strong scent of manly 
cologne and sweat Fred was giving off.

  "We could have become 'close' friends, but... your a cop and you 
know what we do to cops."

  "No!"   Jason screamed realizing what was about to happen  "Do, 
Fred please."

  "Sorry."  Fred chuckled proceeding to lift his foot squarely into 
Jason's crotch.  Jason heaved in pain.

  Jason couldn't believe it!  He was trapped in a cabin with three of 
the most luscious men he had ever seen, but he was tied to the wall 
and having his ball busted.  What luck.

  The pounding continued until Jason felt he was going to pass out.

  "You can make it.  Don't black out now!"  Fred pleaded with an 
adorable puppy dog look on his face -- all the while ramming his foot 
into Jason's crotch.

  Jason could only give a low moan, out of pain and the arousal of 
Fred's sheer hansomeness, and went unconscious.

  Not much time had passed since he last passed out, Jason figured 
because it was still night outside.  He looked around for his 
captives.  Sabastian and Drew talked quietly in the corner.  Fred 
laid staring up at the ceiling on the bed.

  "Uuuhh..."  Jason groaned.  Everyone looked over and proceeded to 
walk to Jason's side.

  "I see our cop has woken up."  Drew said  "Good!"

  There was only a moment before Drew slammed his bare foot into 
Jason's groin two, three four times.  Jason fought hard to suppress 
the nausea.

  "Lets finish him, Fred!"  Sabastian pleaded.

  "How?"

  "Wait.  You guys aren't gonna..."  Jason trembled as he figured out 
their plan "No. No please don't I'm only 23 years old. Please 
don't..."

  Jason was quickly silenced by a karate chop to the testicles by 
Fred.

  Drew handed Fred a very coarse fine, piece of metal rope about two 
or so feet long.  Fred took the string and wraped the base of Jason's 
entire package with it in the shape of a loop, so that pulling poth 
sides would close the loop.

  Freds entire arm flenched, then stoped.  Fred bend down, kicked 
each of Jason's testicles, then engulfed the walnut sized things into 
his mouth.  He such softly, rolling each ball in his mouth.  
Sabastian got right to work on sucking Jason's cock and Drew massaged 
Jason's back and abs, licking sentually along the way.  This was all 
too much for Jason and he erupted a massive load of cum into 
Sabastians waiting mouth.  As soon as it was over, the three stopped 
what they were doing and Fred quickly pulled the two ends of the 
string.

  Jason screamed, more of sheer terror than pain, almost drowning out 
the sickening 'plop' his balls and dick made when they hit the bare 
floor.  

  "You aren't a big bad cop 'man' now, are you?"  Drew taunted above 
Jason's screams.  

  Drew rose his bare foot above the bloody blob and started stomping 
on it violently, rolling it around between his toes, smashing Jason's 
once proud package into literally a stain on the floor.

  Meanwhile,  Sabastain ran quickly out of the cabin and returned 
seconds latter with a lage branding iron in the shape of a circle.  
He quickly branded shut Jason's wounds.  They continued to have 'fun' 
with Jason for another hour or so.  They used his washboard stomach 
as a punching bag and taunted his lack of a sex drive by trying to 
seduce him -- although he lacked the ability to 'physically 
respond'.  At one point, the beefy Fred ripped off his shirt and 
begain caressing his body against Jason's.  The feeling of Fred's 
hunky body against his made Jason feel strange -- no longer a sexual 
urge.  Finally, the three licked Jason up and down, leaving no crack 
unexplored.  Jason felt shivers of joy -- but it wasn't sexual joy.  
He knew he would never be a man again.



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