Precinct Twenty Three

By NPhillyDogg/Scedmark

Published on Jul 8, 2006

Gay

Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-11 JAKE'S TORMENT

Night....

It's nearly the middle of the night by the time Jake Valentine and his accomplice (Peaches) made their way up the walk towards the Commissioner's house (Jake's only safe haven). Both are tired after the long connecting bus rides from the city into the suburbs. Peaches is ready for nothing more than a hot bath and long meal, after the horrifying ordeal at the apartment.

"Are you sure this bitch'll be able to help us?" she asked, following closely behind Jake as they tip-toed through the estate.

"She not a bitch, don't call her that. She's my girlfriend. And yes she'll be able to help us." said Jake, searching for her window. "Now you just stay here..." he said, once he spotted it.

"Stay here? You must be outta your ever-lovin-white-mind if you think I'm gonna stand here in THE GARDEN of all places while you jot off lawd knows where leaving me alone to explain what I'm doing here to the trigger happy suburban police!" argued Peaches.

"Shhhh!!" insisted Jake, putting his finger up to his lips. "Kelley's bedroom is right up there. All I have to do is climb up the ivy, and explain to her our situation..."

"In THAT outfit?"

Jake looked down at the pure skin tight white jumpsuit he was wearing, and sighed.

"I hope the Commissioner's not home." he said as he turned and started up the ivy.

Peaches watched from below, enjoying the view as he climbed up to the second floor balcony. The terrace doors were easy to open as Jake made his way inside. Instantly he was greeted with the fresh perfumed scent Kelley always wore. Jake snuck over to her bed where she lay sleeping soundly, and quietly began to stroke her blonde hair from her face. Then he kissed her gently upon her forehead, causing her to stir.

"Kelley..." he whispered softly as she slowly came out of her sleep. "...baby, it's me."

Fully awake and knowing that a stranger was in the house, Kelley jumped up and clobbered the would-be rapist with her alarm clock. Screaming for help, she turned on the night lamp.

"Jake...?" she called, seeing her boyfriend stretched out on the floor in some ridiculous outfit. "...what are you doing here?"

Jake rubbed the top of his head for lumps.

"I need your help Kelley, it's a long story." he said, getting to his feet.

"What are you wearing??" gasped Kelley, staring down at the bulge in Jake's flamboyant jumpsuit. "Is this some kind of...sexcapade game?" she smiled. "Did you come here to get freaky?"

Jake looked confused.

"Freaky? No! No, I need your help! We came all the way across town on the bus! You wouldn't believe what's happened to me today!"

"We?" said Kelley, crossing her arms. "Who's WE?"

"Me and Peaches." said Jake, watching Kelley's eyebrows go up. "It's not what you think, she's a hooker!" he explained, seeing her jaw drop. "I mean she's not a she, she's a HE! HE's a hooker!" now she looked confused. "A female impersonating hooker!" he added, wiping his brow. "It's a long story..."

"And what do you want from me?" asked Kelley, getting out of bed.

"We need clothes, money, a car...whatever you can give us. I'm really in a fix." said Jake.

"And I suppose THAT's your black boy hooker down there?" she asked, peering over the terrace.

Peaches saw Kelley turn up her snobbish nose before disappearing back into her bedroom, and started mumbling to himself; "Oh no she did'n! I'd beat that white bitch until she resembled pressed duck! Why I oughta.."

"You're story sound unbelievable, Jake!" said Kelley, pacing the room as her boyfriend explained much of what happened. "Rogue cops? Sex drugs? Conspiracies...? It sounds like a bad movie!"

"It's true though! I'm in a bind! I can't go to my own Precinct, my locker's off limits, and so is my apartment! I don't have anywhere else to turn!" said Jake, at his wit's end.

"What about the hooker? Did you turn to her...him for help?" asked Kelley, grabbing Jake by the hair to expose the passion marks he didn't know was on his neck. "Did SHE give you what you needed?"

"It's not like that, Kelley....I was high, Bruce doped me up on Sexstacy and I..."

"You fucked her, didn't you?" surmised Kelley with surprise. "You fucked a gay transvestite WHORE! And then you want to come to ME for help? Oh, you make me sick!" she screamed, hysterically.

"Please, Kelley...it's more than that, our lives are in danger!" pleaded Jake.

"Oh you BET it is!" said Kelley, picking up the phone. "You stink with her cheap perfume! -Police! I want to report a break-in!"

Realizing there was no reasoning with her, Jake took to the balcony. He shimmied down the vines, grabbed Peaches, and ran. It would only be a matter of minutes before the suburban PD were there, and Jake knew his story wouldn't wash with them either.

"So I take it your lil' gurlfriend didn't want to help?" asked Peaches out of breath, once they reached a relatively safe distance from the house. "Is it okay to call her a BITCH now?"

Jake ignored her, finding a small cove in the landscape in which to rest. The sound of sirens could be heard in the distance. He sat down on the ground with his back against the dirt wall, and hung his head between his legs in despair. Peaches took pity on him. He WAS a cute white-boy, -she thought to herself as she knelt next to him.

Gently she touched him, caressing his arms and shoulders affectionately. Then she ran her fingers through his dark hair. Jake responded by pulling Peaches into his arms for warmth. At first they just hugged, but soon they began to kiss. Jake pulled the top of her dress down and started to suckle her breasts. Peaches moaned sweetly, cradling his head in her bosom.

Jake allowed lust to take his mind off his worries. He feast on Peaches ripe tomatoes until the nipples were stiff and sore. Tired of the foreplay, Peaches lifted her dress to expose her ass as she got on all fours. It only took Jake a moment to realize what she was offering.

Jake got onto his knees behind her and pulled out his hard dick. He pushed the head between Peaches ass cheeks and was surprised to find them already wet and slippery. His cock head slipped into her, causing her to gasp sharply. Once inside, he quickly sank in up to his bloated balls and began to fuck. Leaning in over her, he wrapped his free hand around her torso, gripping her left breast while balancing with his right hand on the ground. His chest was pressed into her back as he humped into her, Peaches supporting most of his weight as she braced herself of all fours. The night air ran across their bodies like trickles of ice. Peaches raised her head so that Jake's was right beside hers. She could hear him panting, feel his breath, as he stroked away inside her self-proclaimed pussy.

"Oh, yes...fuck me daddy...yes Jake, it's all yours baby..." she whispered words of encouragement. Jake responded by fucking her harder. He pushed her down onto the ground and began to hammer her backside, his thick 7 incher slamming into her round brown buttock with increasing speed. Peaches spread her legs for him, his body wedging between her groves. His grunts grew louder as he neared closer to climax. He power-drove the last dozen or so strokes into her, causing her body to jerk violently from the thrusts.

"UUUHHHH...UUUHHHHHHHHHH!!" yelled Jake, as the cum erupted from his body in a massive explosion of white seed, drenching Peaches' insides with a gush of hot thick liquid.

He collapsed on top of her, his mouth at her ear as his dick lay dying inside her anal womb. The sun would be up soon, making it harder for them to travel inconspicuously. They'd have to find a place to hide for the day, until he could think of something better.

THE PRECINCT Morning....

25 year old undercover officer Malik Jones walks into his Captain's office, to find McConnell and the communication specialists awaiting him.

"Good morning, Malik." smiled McConnell from his desk, causing Malik to blush. Just that morning before sunrise, their bodies were intertwined in a twisted form of heat and passion. Now they had to pretend that none of that existed. "I'm sure you know officers Kahn and Zigler. They'll be wiring you with a video camera before you go off to classes this morning."

"Please sir, reconsider this wire. I think I'll get further without it." pleaded Malik, handing over his back-pack so the men could begin their work.

"Now Malik, we spoke of this already." said McConnell. "Nothing's changed since that conversation. You're still my responsibility. I'll feel better with you wired. Besides, I'll be able to keep an eye on you all day." he winked, careful not to let the other men see.

Despite the camera lens, Malik was half way satisfied, -at least he was able to get the Captain to omit the mic-wire this morning after another round of fucking. He'd have a little more control over the investigation if he didn't have to worry about choosing his every word.

CENTRAL later that morning....

Malik attended classes as usual. Louis caught up to him sometime between periods. "Yo Malik!" he yelled through the crowded hall of students, happy to see his friend after what felt like ages.

"What's up, Lou?" asked Malik, jittery and self conscious about the wire he was carrying.

"Hey man, where you been hiding? I called you at home, but got no answer." said Louis, leading Malik into the boys restroom. "I got something to show you!"

Malik followed close behind, hoping that Louis wouldn't do anything that was too incriminating about their relationship. The boys room was crowded between classes. Boys smoking, making phone calls, and taking last minutes whizzes was the play of the day. Louis dragged Malik into one of the stalls, closed the door, then kissed him full on the lips. Malik jumped back, pushing Louis away and aiming the cam in his bag away from them.

"I've been waiting to do that all day." smiled Louis. "I wanted to come by last night, but I guess you and your dad were out, eh?"

"What did you want to show me?" asked Malik, hoping Louis' actions were lost to the camera.

"Oh yeeh...THIS!" said Louis, reaching into his school bag to retrieve a gun. "JJ gave it to me yesterday. Says I might need it soon, something bout the cops. Wanna touch it?"

Malik held the gun giving his book-bag a good view of it before handing it back. He wanted to tell Louis to throw the gun away and stay away from JJ, but he needed something tangible to give to the Captain.

"When are we going on another run?" asked Malik.

Louis looked shocked.

"I thought you didn't want to do it anymore, after what happened with..."

"Yeah, I know..." said Malik, recalling the last two times. "I just...want some money."

"If it's money you want, I'll give it to you." said Louis, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a wad of bills. Malik's eyes bulged, Louis had obviously stepped up his smuggling game. "Here, how much you need? Fifty? A hundred? Two hundred?" he smiled, peeling off bills like sheets of paper. "Gotta treat my nigga right, rite?" he asked, noting Malik's confused expression. "I mean, you ARE my nigga, rite? After the other day...I don't want you thinkin I do shit like that with everybody!"

"I...I don't." said Malik, hearing the school bell ring. "I just want my own money, that's all."

"What if Marvin and them try to rape you again?" asked Louis, sincerely. "What then? I don't want to see them assholes hurt you again."

"Neither do I. But I can't let them stand between me and my money. Right?" asked Malik. "Would you?"

"No..." smiled Louis. "And so long as I have this gun, they better not put their hands on you again! Or they'll answer to me!"

"Wha...what're you doing...??" asked Malik as Louis started to unzip his pants.

"I want to taste you again, man. Been thinkin about since that night!" admitted Louis, falling to his knees.

"You can't, man..." gasped Malik, feeling Louis take him into his mouth. "...someone'll see...!"

Malik turned the cam to face the door, giving into his friend's demands.

BATE'S MOTEL

Jake Valentine stood in the hot steamy shower of the cheap motel room they rented for nearly 30 minutes. He wasn't exactly sure how Peaches raised the money to pay for the room, -and he was sure he didn't want to know. All he wanted to do was shower, and cleanse off the events of the past day.

How did life get so botched up for our hero? Betrayed, raped, drugged, kidnapped, seduced, and forsaken in one day. Just a few short days ago, he was sitting at the top of the proverbial "latter" as a successful white male in america, now he had to depend on the hand outs of a hooker for a place to sleep. Now he was sure the Commissioner would have had an APB out on him for breaking and entering his daughter's bedroom.

What else could possibly go wrong?

"Honey, I'm home!" called Peaches from the outter room.

Jake turned off the shower. His stomach had been growling for the last couple of hours. He grabbed a clean towel from the rack, noticing an old grease stain the laundry attendant obviously couldn't remove. He wrapped the towel around his mid-section, and walked out into the main room where Peaches was setting up the eating area.

"I've got coffee and doughnuts from the complimentary breakfast from the manager's office." she smiled, her eyes drinking in Jake's fine physique like a glass of iced ripple.

Jake tore into the stale day-old pastries like a man starved. He needed something to nourish his body after all the drugs he had forced into his system. He didn't notice Peaches sitting across from him, staring lustfully at his muscular arms until he was on his third doughnut.

"Aren't you going to eat?" he asked, his mouth covered in white powder.

"You go on....you're gonna need your strength." smiled Peaches, making Jake fidget in his seat. "Oh look....I brought you some new clothes too!" she shrieked, reaching into a bag to pull out a pair of Wrangler Jeans and a plain white dress shirt in Jake's size.

"THANKS!" thrilled Jake, glad to get rid of the white John Trevolta jumpsuit. "Where did you get the money for all this?"

"Don't worry about it...consider it a gift." she said, getting up from her seat.

"No, seriously." said Jake, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "How'd you get the money for these, and the motel?"

Peaches stopped moving. When she turned around, Jake knew he was in for something. But he wasn't sure what.

"What? You think I turned TRICKS for the money?" she asked, her feminine voice rising somewhat. "You think I blew the motel clerk for the room?"

Jake's refusal to rebuttal only seemed to make her madder. "I can't believe you! You son of a bitch!" she yelled, throwing her coffee cup across the room. It splattered against the wall and dripped down the sides, but it really wasn't noticeable against the already multi-stained wall.

"I...I don't understand what your getting so upset about..." said Jake. "...you ARE a prostitute after all."

Peaches mouth dropped open like a cooked oyster.

"Fuck you, white-boy!"

"White-boy?" repeated Jake stunned, and surprisingly -hurt. "You wasn't so concerned about my skin color in bed!"

"And you weren't concerned about me really being a man! So what's up with that?" retaliated Peaches.

Now it was Jake's turn to sulk. His sexuality already plagued his thoughts. Not only did he give into Peaches during sex while he was tied up, but he had sex with her again last night willingly in the cove. What did that make him? Had he been gay all along, -just dating girls for show? Now that he thinks about it, he's never had a real meaningful relationship with a female.

"What?" asked Peaches, noticing Jake's lack of response. "Hurts, eh? When someone throws the obvious in your face." she said walking out the door.

Jake stood there for a moment, a million though's flashing through his brain, almost faster than his mind could comprehend. He thought about his life, his childhood, and his insatiable need to please his father. To be a man. An OFFICER, like him and his father. They taught him to fight, to shoot guns, and above all, to date women. Police are notorious womanizers. His father was. Jake often tried to imitate him.

"Peaches...!" he called, walking out onto the walkway, but Peaches was already gone. Jake sighed, wondering if she was going to come back. Then he noticed he wasn't alone. To the right of him were two truck drivers (fresh off the interstate), talking to the motel clerk and staring at his near nakedness. One tapped the other as they all looked on in lust. Jake realized he wasn't dresses appropriately (wrapped in a white towel), smiled at them, then went back into his room where he contemplated getting dressed so he could search for Peaches.

But just then his thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Quickly he rushed to open it.

"Peaches, I..."

His sentence cut off when he noticed the clerk standing in the doorway wasn't Peaches. "uh...what can I do for you?" he asked, politely.

"I know who you are." smirked the clerk, making the hairs on the back of Jake's neck stand on end. "You police picture's all over the news channels..." he informed much to Jake's surprise since their room didn't have a TV set. "...they say you tried to rape some girl in her own bedroom last night? Now this here's a respectable establishment, we not supposed to be harboring no rapists and black hookers here!" said the clerk. "But I figure if you want to hide out here for awhile...what business is it of mine? So long as WE can get something good out of it."

"We?" asked Jake, noting the two big burly truck drivers appear in the doorway grinning. Before he could even surmise the danger, he was suddenly punched in the face by one of the truckers. Falling to the floor on his butt, Jake looked up in shock to see the 3 men walk into his room, closing the door behind them.

"What the fuck..? What do you want?!" asked Jake, scrambling to his feet. The other truck driver grabbed him and bitch slapped him into a wall. The clerk grabbed Jake by the hair, then roughly threw him onto the bed, but not before yanking the towel off he was wearing.

"What do you THINK we want?" smiled the clerk, deviously.

Jake looked the 3 men over carefully. The clerk was a scrawny guy when compared to the two truckers, average height and build, but with a definite mean streak. His two friends looked meaner, bigger, thicker, dressed in heavy denim and plaid shirts. Probably bar buddies, or perhaps regular customers that robbed and raped paying guests?

"We don't have any money." stated Jake, just incase this was all about making some quick cash.

"We don't want money!"

Jake's eyes widened in fear when he noticed them begin to undress.

"I'm...I'm a POLICE OFFICER!" he informed nervously, hoping that would stop them from further harm.

"We know who you are, and we know what you did!" acknowledged the clerk. "But you're not a police officer right now, right now you're an escaped criminal whose about to pay for our silence by giving up some cop ass!"

"Fuck you!" yelled Jake, defiantly.

The 3 men laughed.

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way..." said one trucker, watching Jake's every move. Jake was like a caged lion, he sat in the middle of the bed, looking around frantically for an escape route.

"Looks like he wants it rough." smiled the second trucker.

Jake charged off the bed, diving into the 3 men and trying to catch them off guard. Two of them fell to the floor in surprise, but the third on was ready for an attack. He fought Jake fist for fist, beating the hot cop about the face and ribs before being joined by the other two. They held Jake's arms as the trucker punched Jake in the gut, knocking the wind and all fight out of him. Then they threw his beaten body face down on the bed, revealing his ripe white backside.

"OOO-Wee that's some delicious looking cunt!" said one man as he finished disrobing.

"I was hoping to get some of the black hooker's pussy myself." said the other trucker, staring down at Jake's fine ass.

"Pussy's pussy as far as I'm concerned." said the other guy, groping his crotch openly. "Jail teaches you how to adapt. Ain't that right copper?"

Deliriously, Jake tried to talk his way out of this mess.

"Look fellas...despite what the news reports say, I'm innocent!" he started, looking back over his shoulder. "I'm still a cop..."

"Cops makes good cunt!" said the first of three men, moving in closer, his hardon leading the way.

Jake felt the man climb on board the bed behind him. Instantly the burly trucker started to grope and squeeze his firm muscular ass cheeks, pulling and prying them apart to reveal the tight pink hole surrounded by fine baby hair. The trucker's cock pulsed lustfully with heated anticipation.

"That one looks tight, bruh! Believe me, tight cop cunt is better than loose hooker pussy any day!"

"Grease this bitch up! Hurry up!" ordered the first guy. The desk clerk rushed over to the bed, bend over Jake's ass, and spit into the crack for lubricant. "That's not how you wet pussy, asshole! Like THIS!" said the man, forcing the clerk's whole face between Jake's cheeks. "Lick it!"

Jake felt the clerk's tongue start to lick across his asshole, soaking the tight anus in slick spit before digging deep between the folds. Jake gasped in shock as his own cock began to harden on him against the mattress he was forced upon. The clerk started to eat him with gusto, becoming accustomed to the taste of Jake's freshly washed asshole. He pushed his face in further, drilling his tongue deeper and causing Jake to moan out load. The clerk was just getting into his service when he was abruptly pulled away by the horny driver.

"That's enough, bitch!" he said, yanking the clerk's head up by his greasy hair. "You'll get to eat more after I'm done!"

He shoved the clerk away, then aimed his cock between Jake's beautifully white round globes and shoved. Jake screamed out in pain as his anus was taken once again against his will. The man put all of his weight into the lunge, plunging his cock 8 inches deep into the cop's shocked rectum.

"How is it, Jack?" asked the other trucker, eagerly awaiting his turn.

"Like fucking VIRGIN cunt!" shouted Jack, grounding his dick around in Jake's bowels.

Jake started to struggle, suddenly realizing the severity of the situation. But Jack loved men who struggled. In jail, he had more than his fair share of unwilling boy-pussy, and knew well how to subdue an unwilling participant.

Twisting Jake's right arm behind his back and hoisting it up between his shoulder blades, caused Jake to cease all fight. It also raised Jake's ass, giving Jack a better angle as he jabbed his cock in harder to show Jake who was boss.

The rape was rough, and thankfully for Jake surprisingly short. Jack was never a man for romance. Women complained constantly about his selfishness when it came to sex. He was a whamm-bam man who like to hear woman (and men) scream. His fucks were hard, deep, and impersonal. He tormented them by whispering degrading things in their ears, telling them how helpless or worthless they were while he fucked them. Sometimes he'd bite them on the neck or ear, to give them a long term reminder that he was there. That's how he got caught by police, teeth marks on his victims sent him to 10 years without parole. Since entering prison, men had become the main focus of his rapes. No self respect man would walk into a police office and admit in front of other men, that he'd been raped up the ass by another man, so Jack had plenty of unwilling participants whom would never report him like women would. And Jake was no exception.

"AHHH! ARGHH! ARRGGHH!" grunted Jake between thrusts.

He couldn't help recalling his first rape from his partner (officer Gardner), and how excruciating the initial pain of penetration was before Gardner gave him the drugs. He wondered what guys like Peaches got out of getting fucked. Sure the dude doing the fucking got a thrill, but the one on the bottom was in sheer pain. What was so good about that?

Jake's mind snapped shut when the rapist Jack stopped thrusting into his ass and started pounding, his thick hick cock slamming hard between the cop's sweating cheeks with the power of a ram. Jake could feel the man's sweaty torso on his back, his hairy skin matting into Jake's muscles as he heaved and groaned above him, his nasty mouth beside Jake's ear as he whispered his filthy words.

Jake endured the fucking, feeling cheap and used but hoping the man could not last forever. It was only a matter of time before he'd cum, and it would all be over. He suddenly felt bad about his argument with Peaches earlier.

"AAAHHHH YEEEEHHHH....!!" groaned the ex-con truck driver, pounding Jake so hard that the bed started to move across the floor. Jake felt the man ram in one last time, then hold his thick pulsating penis deep in his throbbing colon. "....AAAAAHHHHGGGGGGG!!!" screamed the man, cumming hard up Jake's tender ass.

Jake screamed as well as the man bit his ear lobe, grinding his teeth into the soft flesh, -leaving his trademark behind. After several minutes of convulsions, he ripped his cock from the tight hole and smacked Jake affectionately on the ass.

"Next!"

Jake lay there, beaten and exhausted. His ordeal not yet over. The second man climbed on where the first man left off. Jake didn't even fight as the man placed his swollen cock up to his asshole, then slid in. Jake felt his asshole stretch and widen to accommodate the new dick. This time however, the penetration wasn't as painful.

"He's not even resisting!" announced second trucker, feeling the tight ring enclose his prick.

He started fucking Jake hard right off the bat, high off the adrenaline of power. He's fucked officers before, stupid cops on patrol in rural areas that didn't realize their most precious asset lay between their ass cheeks. He's fucked state troopers, park rangers, highway patrol men, guards...whenever the opportunity arose. He even raped a secret service man he met in a bar once after slipping him a sedative.

Jake of course, knew nothing of these men's past. He had his own torment to deal with as his rock hard cock continued to grind against the mattress beneath him. The second penetration didn't hurt nearly as much as the first, and he felt the pain starting to give way to a perverse pleasure.

'Oh god, I AM gay!' -he thought to himself as he succumbed to the sweaty man atop him.

Jake felt himself starting to give into lustful desires. He spread his legs and arched his back, giving the man deeper access. Lawd help him -he was beginning to like it. The man fucking him sensed a change in Jake's body language, and knew he was theirs for the taking. He pulled his cock out of Jake's tight cum filled anus, and roughly flipped the muscled cop onto his back. Jake looked confused until he felt the man left his legs and reinsert his cock.

"AHHH..." groaned Jake as the man dick bore into him again.

"I want you to see the man that fucks your cunt!" stated the guy, taking note of Jake's erection. He pushed Jake's legs up to his smooth chest, then began digging his cock in deep. Jake moaned and groaned like a slutty whore as his man-pussy was raped and fucked thoroughly and deep.

"I'm not gonna stop fucking you til I make you cum!" announced the man, leaning in closely until his scary hairy face was just inches away from Jake's, his degenerate breath offending Jake's nostrils. Jake was helpless to turn away. He was forced to lay there and accept whatever the man administered against him. A prisoner of his own lusts.

He lay there as the man pounded his ass into the bed, his fat thick cock piercing his asshole with each thrust.

"We see you're nothing but a pussy-boy! A girl in a man's body! And I'm gonna fuck this little cunt of your until I feel it cum on my cock, just like a true whore's does!"

His thrusts increased. Jake's breath was forced from his lungs by the force of the man's strokes. The cock was pummeling his asshole, leaving him gasping to breathe. His body had turned against him, what he once knew was now alien to him. His mind and body seemed to center around the delightful ache in his ass. He looked up into the eyes of the man fucking him, and saw an animal in every sense of the word. A raw beast that enjoyed distributing torment in the minds of men like him. Jake felt his own cock pulse against his rippled stomach.

"Cum!" yelled the man, fucking him even harder. He felt his own orgasm fast approaching, but didn't want to cum until Jake did.

Jake wasn't sure how much longer he could hold off. He had been trying to keep himself under control, knowing that it would definitely symbolize his cross over from the sexes if he came while getting raped. And while he was slow to realize that his true desires lay with men, there was a large part of him that desperately needed to cling onto his hetero-life.

"CUM!" shouted the man, sweat dripping off his brow and into Jake's slack mouth.

Jake felt his cock starting to throb uncontrollably as he stared up into the man's cold red eyes and demanding expression. His asshole started to spasm, causing the man fucking him cock to thicken and expand.

"CUM BITCH!!"

Jake gasped as the cum suddenly shot from his cock, splattering across his chest and face in a shower of pearly white cream. He couldn't stop himself. His cock jerked and spit cum all over himself. He could taste his own juices as several drops spurt into his mouth.

"Yeeh...!!! That's how you make bitch cum!" prouded the man, humping into Jake once more before dumping his own hot load into his bowel. Jake watched as the man humped and jerked, growling like a bear as he emptied his balls in him. When he was done, he smeared the cum all over Jake's handsome face, then pulled out.

Jake lay back on the bed paralyzed and confused as the clerk now climbed aboard for his shot. He rolled Jake into "doggy-style" position, then buried his face between the ass cheeks. Jake gasped as his tongue licked and sucked at all the hot cum that had been dumped in his butt. The truckers watched with renewed interest as Jake spread as ass to give the ass-licker deeper access.

"He's such a slut!" said the first trucker, watching Jake give in.

The clerk removed his face and tongue, and replaced it with his cock. Jake felt it wedge between his wet glistening cheeks before sinking all the way in. Jake threw back his head and groaned, this time the penetration felt good.

Later....

After the clerk and burly truck drivers had their way with him, they left Jake to stew in the combined mix of their juices. Jake lay there in bed exhausted and humiliated as the men piled out the door, laughing at him as they exited. Jake felt like a fool. He felt used, like a...prostitute! He didn't know what was worse, the actual rape? Or liking it? The men had fucked him several times apiece, each leaving his ass and mouth with a salty surge of their reproductive essence and making Jake cum several times more himself. His balls ached, as well as his asshole. He reached down between his legs, and easily pushed 2 fingers into the cum filled crevice. Instantly his dick started to rise. Was this his new plight in life, to be a cum receptacle for horny men?

Jake slowly climbed off the bed and made his way into the shower. His body ached from the fight, but mostly from the pounding he took afterwards. He didn't know how gay guys did it. When he was done showering, he toweled off and went back into the room thinking about his ordeal. The clerk had obviously kept his word and didn't call the police after fucking him silly, but that didn't stop Jake from worrying about it, or his next move. With Peaches gone, he suddenly felt lonely. She was the only person currently standing in his corner, and now he had fucked that up as well.

He was thinking of her when the door suddenly opened.

"You're back!" shouted Jake, trying to cage his enthusiasm.

"I took a walk." said Peaches, closing the door as she slowly moved into the room. "There's a small movie house a mile or so down the road, I went there to cool off."

"Okay." said Jake eagerly, trying to be agreeable.

"About the money..."

"Forget about the money!" said Jake, jumping off the bed. He was just happy to see her. To still have a friend in the world.

"No...I WANT you to know where I got it from." stated Peaches, stopping Jake in his tracks. "I made a phone call last night, and had my friend Mercedes wire me some money she owned. I didn't trick for it. I swear."

"I believe you." said Jake sincerely, putting his arms around her supple waist as he pulled her close.

"Oh! Wow!" gasped Peaches, surprised by (but enjoying) the reception as Jake kisses her passionately on the lips and neck. "What bought this on? Did you think I was coming back?"

"I wasn't sure." admitted Jake.

"You won't get rid of me that easily." smile Peaches. "OH, before I forget, Mercedes told me something about Gardner...! She said..."

"Later..." said Jake, pulling up Peaches' dress and grabbing her growing dong as he led her back towards the bed. "...do you use THIS at all?" he asked, laying on his back and spreading his legs invitingly.

Next: Chapter 12


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