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"Dude where are we going?" My friend, Jeff, asks me. He's glued to the passenger seat of my car as I whiz down a back road outside of town.
"Trust me man. I'm showing you guys a good time." I tell him. I know this is the right road. I just can't seem to find the billboard.
"I believe you but do we have to be going so fast?" Peter, one of the guys in the back of the cars asks.
I look at the speedometer. I can probably let up a little bit. "We do. We're almost there." 90 miles an hour down a dark open road and I finally see it. Flashing lights and a siren.
"What the fuck man? I don't need this shit. I thought we were gonna go party." Kent, my third and final passenger calls out!
"Don't worry. We're here." I slow down and pull the car over and the cop car pulls up behind us. A muscular police officer gets out of the car and approaches the driver's side.
"License and registration." he starts, shining a light into the car. He takes in each of us. Four college guys, dressed for a night out. I catch him adjusting himself and a smile crosses his face while he taps his foot, waiting for me to respond.
I make a token effort to reach for my wallet and take a look at the man's badge number. This is him for sure.
"Uh, sorry Officer Faggot, my buddies and I here were just looking to have some fun. We heard this was a great place for a joy ride."
"Dude, what the fuck did you just say?" Jeff yells at me. "We're sorry sir, but Joe here has lost his god damn mind."
The cop doesn't react to what I had called him and just says, "License and registration" again.
I smile and hand them over. I put my hand on my crotch while he looks them over. My friends can't see his face as had stands up straight, but instead of looking at the documents he looks at me. I see him lick his lips.
"I'll be right back." He says gruffly.
"Dude, what the fuck are you thinking?" Peter yells at me.
"Relax, relax. One of my friends works at the motel nearby and he says this guy is always coming in and getting fucked up. He's a fucking slut."
A little while later the cop returns with my license and looks different. I can't quite tell but his uniform looks less polished. I swear there are more than a few stains on it.
"I'm gonna give you good... Sirs...," he says with a slight pause. I can tell where this is going. "Just a warning this time. It's getting late, so you should pull over at that motel down the road. The last room is a great place to get a good night's rest."
"We will, Officer Faggot."
"Have a good night, sir." Jeff adds quickly, staring daggers at me.
My friends look at me, flabbergasted. "What was that?" Jeff demands again.
"That," I point at the officer's ass, which looks a little tighter than the first time he walked away, "is our entertainment for tonight guys."
I drive over to the motel. The motel lobby is a bit ratty as I expect and the counter is manned by a disinterested middle aged man. "Sir, we need a room for the night."
"Just the night?" He confirms as he starts typing.
"Yea, and could we have the last room?"
He looks at me and then at the three studs behind me. He smirks and straightens up a bit. "Of course. That room is quite popular."
"I hope so." The clerk and I laugh together.
He hands me the key and the four of us head down the hall. My friends still don't really know what's going on but they trust my confidence so don't ask too many questions. In the room, the four of us spread out and sit on the beds and chairs. "Now we wait."
Luckily, we didn't have to wait long for there to be a knock on the door. And, as I expected, Officer Faggot is in the doorway in his uniform.
"I just wanted to make sure you boys made it here safely." He walks in closing the door behind him, obviously not intending to leave any time soon. "Is there anything you need from me, sir?" In the light I can clearly see now this uniform has been worn on plenty of nights like this.
"I need you to serve us faggot. Protect and serve right?"
"Yes, sir."
My friends seem stunned but intrigued. "Well then, get on your knees and show me."
"Yes, sir." The large man drops to his knees and crawls over to me, opening his mouth.
"It's not going to take itself out, faggot." He fumbles for my pants zipper and quickly fishes my dick out.
"Suck it." Without another word he immediately gets my whole member in his mouth down to the hilt. Maybe it was bigger than he expected, as I catch him gag on it, but that doesn't stop him from taking it all in with every move.
"C'mon boys, the party has started."
My friends all quickly undress and start grabbing at the man. Jeff grabs his head and pushes him harder into my crotch and holds him there. He gags on my cock, spitting up repeatedly, but makes no effort to pull away. After a few seconds, he lets go and Officer Faggot takes a breath and gets right back to it like it was his job.
Peter slaps his ass hard. "Lift up your ass, faggot. We need to get access to this slut hole of yours."
Officer Faggot lifts himself off of his knees trying his best to keep my cock in his mouth but makes no move for his belt. Our group is obviously in full control of him and this uniform. Now that his ass is off the ground I actually get a better look at it and see there is already a hole in the back that we couldn't see in the dark. The edges are wet. It looks like his hole was already lubed up and waiting for us. I keep catching a new toy or bottle of lube everywhere his usual toolkit would be.
Peter immediately goes for the handcuffs, still on his belt, pulling the man's arms behind his back, and cuffing them there. Then he roughly fingers the man and lubes himself up. He lines himself up with the hole in the uniform and pushes in quickly. The faggot gasps but takes the intrusion easily. "His ass is a bit loose. Are we the first men you serviced today, faggot?"
He shakes his head, still sucking cock, although he had moved on to Kent's who had gotten completely naked on his own. Kent pulls him off his cock and asks him. "How many men have you served today?"
He responds "Five, sirs. Two truckers that take this road regularly and another group. All men that know what my job is." When he's done speaking Kent grabs his face and pushes it back on his member.
Peter keeps pounding the man's ass while Kent and I keep switching who gets sucked. Jeff is also undressed but playing with himself watching the scene. Peter spies a set of large anal beads hanging on the man's belt and calls Jeff over. "You're prepared officer," he says as he takes them out. He nods between gags, obviously excited.
"Have you used these before, man?" Peter asks Kent as he pulls away from the man's ass.
"No, but it looks like we have the perfect test subject." Kent smiles at the hole before them.
Jeff walks over and takes the rope from Peter. "Let me try." He says as he starts pushing them in one by one. They go in easily with a light pop and I hear Officer faggot moan with each one added. When there was only the handle left Jeff slaps the officers ass hard again to get another moan.
"Peter, why don't you do the honors?" One by one they pull them back out. Kent and I let the man breathe for a minute, enjoying their control over his pleasure. With each bead removed, Kent and I took turns slapping the man's face which only made him grind into the beads more. For a few minutes, Peter continues pushing the beads in and out while the rest of us grab the man all over. Slapping him, pinching nipples, grabbing his ass and crotch.
Kent pipes up. "Getting my cock sucked is great but I want my turn at that ass."
Jeff adds, "Why don't I join you? This slut's ass is nice and loose. I'm sure it can handle it."
The officer shows no emotion and says nothing, willing to do anything for his masters. We were in charge. "You ever double fucked before faggot?"
"Once sirs" without offering any more information.
"Nice." Jeff and Kent hop on the bed and line their clocks up. "Joe, get that faggot's ass up here and on our cocks."
We manhandle the faggot onto to bed, not that he was fighting back. He knew what was coming but enjoyed the feeling of powerlessness he had here. We lined up the hole in his uniform with the cock duo and dropped him down onto it. He gasped with pleasure and pain as the cocks filled him up. He'd been passive up to now and was still handcuffed but being on top he started bouncing up and down on the thick cocks inside of him. Jeff and Kent also start moaning under him. "His ass feels so good. When did you say you got dped faggot?"
"This morning. My first was today." I find that hard to believe.
"For real, Joe, I want to hear about what he's been doing all day."
I look at the man, spitting in his face. "Tell us, faggot. How did you serve your betters?"
Still bouncing and panting on the two cocks in his hole he explains, "the two truckers were solo and they just wanted their cocks sucked and to fill my hole. Oh fuck." Kent had fucked into him hard, surprising him. "They come by pretty often so I know to stop by when they pass me. The group of three were all business men. They were more aggressive. They were pissed when I pulled them over but they were all beasts so I needed them to use me like the faggot I am. I mentioned we'd be able to work something out instead of a ticket."
Peter, at this point, opens the officer's shirt and starts pulling on his thick chest hair, biting and pulling on his nipples. He had piercings and his nipples were large and obviously used aggressively and often.
"I met them in this room and they were ready to fill my holes however they could. Much like sirs are here. They were the ones who ripped the hole in my uniform and left the stains on it. Oh god. Fuck!" Jeff this time started fucking into him quickly. Kent and Officer Faggot stopped moving while he did, the latter only able to moan in pleasure until he slowed back down. "They were huge so they were even able to throw me around and fuck me in the air. Being manhandled like that" he moans some more and grinds down a bit harder at the thought. "They were able to get two cocks in me easy. I wasn't as ready for them but they didn't care."
I'm jerking off at the edge of the bed. Imagining this huge hairy man being used by men even bigger than he was really got me going.
"They had gotten me out of my uniform and when they were all finished, they dropped me in the bathtub, pissed on me and left."
Jeff, breathing heavy, perks up for the last part "What did you do after that?"
"I dried myself off a bit but didn't shower. Then I changed back into my good uniform and went back out. A few hours later, you guys whizzed past. I'm glad you'd heard of me, since seeing you four studs in the car got me worked up again."
"You enjoy being known as the whore cop?" I ask.
"Oh yes sirs, I love getting my holes filled every day by studs like you and those men today."
Kent says, "Keep talking faggot. I'm getting close."
Jeff nods, "me too"
Officer Faggot bounces up and down, harder and faster, his large chest bouncing in Peter's hands. "Please sirs, fill my cunt with your spunk. I am just here to be take cock and cum sirs. Use me however you want."
"Yes, just like that. Oh fuck. I'm cumming," Jeff straightens out as he pumps the man full of cum and Kent shortly follows. Their balls tighten as they load the faggot's ass with their cum. As they fuck into the loose hole, much of the cum is pulled back out, coating them in their own fluids too.
As soon as they're done, I pull the man off of my friends and position him with his ass off the bed. "My turn now."
"Please sir. Fuck me." I shove my cock in his loose, sloppy hole. Kent and Jeff climb down and start cleaning each other off. Jeff was eyeing the bathroom a bit more than we was before.
Peter hops up and starts aggressively kissing the man while pulling on his hair and nipples some more. He spits in his face and on his chest and pushes their faces together. I keep pounding his ass, forcing out any cum still inside of him onto his hairy ass and the bed.
"I'm gonna cum" I say.
Between kisses, "Yes fill... my... cunt... sir. Use my hole."
I tense up and fill the man's hole cum before pulling out, panting. I enjoy my handy work while Peter continues to kiss the man all over. Cum was leaking out of his used hole onto his ripped pants, adding to the stains from this morning.
Jeff interrupts, "I really gotta pee guys, let's put him in the tub too. I want to see him guzzle down our piss."
"Whatever.. you... want... sirs" he says with Peter still going at him.
"C'mon." I yank the man off the bed and drag him to the bathroom. "And, your uniform stays on this time." I push him into the tub. The four of us line up next to each other. Officer Faggot with his hands still handcuffed behind his back opens his mouth and waits. We all unleash a day's piss onto his face and clothes and into his mouth. The fag obviously loves it and is trying to follow any stream he can. When we all finish we leave him in the tub to lick up whatever he can.
"Man, Joe you were right, this was a great party." Before we can all get dressed though there is a knock at the door.
"Hey faggot, we know you're in there" a deep voice calls.
We all look at each other and look back at him. He tries to put on a serious face but I catch a quick smile. "Do you recognize him?" I ask.
He looks down and says, "I think that's one of the men from earlier. The business men."
Still naked, I decide to answer the door. In front of me are three giants. "Hello. We were actually just finishing up with him."
They see the state of the four of us and let themselves in. The same voice who called in earlier responds. "I see. I'm glad we stopped by then."
I point him to the bathroom. "He's in there all lubed up and ready to go again I'm sure."
The man walks into the bathroom and pulls the soaked fag out of the tub and throws him to the ground. I gather up my clothes and start pulling them back on. Jeff and Kent do the same but Peter is just staring at the new group.
Two of the men have already taken out their own cocks and stuffed them in Officer Faggot's mouth and ass holding him in the air by his head and legs. "He's mine now kid." Says the man fucking his ass. "You can all be on your way."
We finish getting dressed and head out. As we leave, I look back and can see the bliss on the fag's face. He gives me the best nod he can while gagging on the monster down his throat. I am sure we'll be back for round two next week.