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Chapter 12 Castrate the Cop
When I woke, there was a note from Paget lying on my pillow. She apologized for leaving without saying goodbye but she needed to study for a World Civilization mid term. She complemented my performance with Rex and suggested we meet for dinner and a movie.
Her phone number and email address were neatly printed at the bottom of the note. There was a slight aroma of piss and shit emanating from the note. My mind’s image of her lying in the tub covered from head to toe in feces and urine caused my cock to harden.
The sounds coming from the living room indicated that the orgy remained in full swing and I decided to rejoin the wake. It turned out that other than Malcolm, Megan and Austin, the mourners had flipped over and a new complement of revelers had arrived. They were loosely formed into naked piles of bodies where the sex was for the most part bisexual. College kids today are far more versatile when it comes to gender.
Noting the presence of a group of Afro-Americans I took to be athletes, I joined in a fun game of rotating ass to mouth. There were six coeds on their hands and knees tightly packed together enjoying anal and oral penetration by a dozen well hung males. There’s something about being on the spit that appeals to today’s liberated female. The ladies alternated to where a girl facing you was adjacent to one pointed in the other direction.
A talk dark hunk of chocolate muscle had just blown his load deep in Megan’s bowels. I got down on my knees and placed my cock in Megan’s hole reveling in the sensation of sliding into another guy’s hot semen. It felt warm and slippery, like being in asshole heaven. Malcolm was on the other side face fucking her mouth.
I gave Malcolm the sign and we gave the sadistic slut a brutal double pounding. I slapped her ass hard while Malcolm held her head in a vise like grip and choked her with his cock. One free hand worked her tit causing her to writhe in pain. I did the right while Malcolm worked the left. All she could do is whimper in pain as we gave her knockers the full treatment. Malcolm and I were both experienced tit torturers and we made the cunt wish she had a double mastectomy.
For S&M enjoyment, it’s hard to equal having your cock deep in a girl’s shitter while one hand slaps her ass hard enough to leave red hand prints and the other pulls and twists her nipple to the point she thinks you are going to rip it off. Megan writhed in pain tightening her rectum and squeezing my cock.
When the game master signaled it was time to switch, I pulled my shit coated dick out of Megan’s asshole and quickly inserted it in Austin’s mouth. The girls of BC had a different attitude toward scat than my homosexual friends. Gay guys are into tidy anal douching. Getting caca on your partner’s tool is bad form and sufficient cause to be banned from bare backing for a lengthy period.
But the femmes of Chestnut Hill treated a shit coated penis like a five year old with a bowl of vanilla ice cream covered in chocolate sauce. Austin looked me in the eye as she licked the sauce of my pecker.
Since some of the guys were giving piss enemas, it was a pretty nasty and slippery game. Someone was going to have to shampoo the carpet. I managed to go around twice before I dumped my load in a pretty red head’s mouth.
After I wiped the shit off my pecker, I felt in the mood for more S&M and went in search of a suitable subject.
One of my favorite forms of sadism is penetrating a virgin asshole. I’m not talking about a slow careful insertion where you show a decent concern for your partner. I’m referring to that magical moment when an unsuspecting male or female receives my thick nine and a half inches unexpectedly and it feels like a red hot poker has been rammed up their ass.
I’ve slammed it home with both sexes and the result is the same, a full throated scream wrung out of the essence of their being followed by heartfelt pleas to remove my pecker. It was highly gratifying especially if they continue to whimper and beg as you pound mercilessly away. It makes it even better if shit and blood leaks out their asshole. The grand slam of anal rape is when the sphincter prolapses and they have an inch of rectum hanging out past their anal ring.
Anal takes getting used to. Winston and I had to ass rape Arlene a dozen times before she started to beg to be butt fucked. The first time Winston did my ass, I thought I was going out of my mind.
The trick is to stay inside and repeat the act without being dismounted. My fellow sadists refer to it as a rodeo ride. I like to ram it in all the way to my balls and hold on for eight seconds, not always easy to do. I’ve had grown men who are anal virgins cry like babies for me to take it out.
A fat little tart named Kimberly majoring in Finance had been working the orgy, sucking and fucking all comers. She struck me as a bossy loudmouth, the kind you love to hurt. She made a point of frequently announcing to everyone, “I don’t do anal. I never have. And I never will. It’s not safe.”
For reasons unknown, the way she said it pissed me off so I took her on as a challenge.
While I’m not a chubby chaser, her rubenesque figure appealed to me more and more as I observed the way her full lips wrapped around a cock or forced apart the folds of labium majoris. She seemed to have a preference for rug munching, another shortcoming in my view.
Her large soft breasts were optimum for a tit fuck. She kept her cleavage well lubricated and got off on holding her mouth open for a climatic facial.
During one of the round robins, I sampled her vagina and found it much to my liking. It was tight and warm and had a nice way of clinging to your cock as you pounded away. I decided her refusal of anal sex was something I would help her get past. She was in college now and being an anal virgin was for high schoolers.
Plus girls who attend orgies should not expect others to honor their limits. In point of fact, limits are at odds with the very idea of a good orgy.
Fortunately, Kimberly’s taste for drugs and alcohol was at odds with her intent to remain anally chaste. When her sobriety reaches its nadir, I decided to act.
I began my informing Malcolm of my plans and enlisting his support. He’s already shown a sadistic streak in the way he tortured Austin’s breasts and clit then whipped her backside until she was out of her mind with pain.
“Cool, I’ll get the things we need to make the cunt beg to be ass fucked,” he replied when I let him in on my plan.
At a break in the action right after she had just swallowed the ejaculate of BC’s All American corner back, we hauled the near comatose femme out of a pile of black athletes and took her to an unoccupied bedroom.
Malcolm solved the problem of her being too out of it to feel pain by forcing a large dose of crystal meth down her throat. The crank quickly brought her to a state of high anxiety. Her heart was beating like she’d been on a tread mill at max speed for an hour. Crank does that to you. Housewives who use it to keep their energy up have been known to vacuum the carpet until the nap disappears.
So with our rubenesque slut on her elbows and knees facing the mirror and looking wild eyed, I prepped her with minimal lubricant; so she would never forget how it felt the first time she took it in the shitter.
Malcolm secured her wrists in a cable tie then applied the versatile plastic restraint to the base of her fat tits immediately creating an attractive balloon like effect. He left her no slack. She was fair skinned and the veins in her boobs made their appearance creating a road map. The constriction also hurt like all hell and she began to sweat profusely.
She was too fucked up to talk but she could make little mewling sounds I found highly erotic.
“This is going to be an ass fucking you’ll never forget, you fat bitch,” whispered Malcolm in Kimberly’s ear.
The look of terror that came over her face indicated she understood we weren’t two studs entranced with her beauty.
Malcolm produced a pair of nasty looking Turkish nipple clamps from his satchel of safe cracker tools. They were the advanced kind that pierce and crush both nipple and areola drawing blood. Conically shaped and over two inches long they provided a breast torture experience a girl could tell her grandchildren about. The Turks use them to teach their wives to mind or to punish a Kurdish winch who won’t put out for the army.
A spring loaded wire loop captured the base of the nipple. A lever on the side leveraged the nipple drawing the top of the boob into the three hundred and sixty degree embrace of razor sharp points. Once the top of her boob was inside, Malcolm pressed a button releasing the spring loaded points. An audible click was followed by a prolonged scream. Blood spurted on the floor. Kimberly whimpered and pleaded as the metal points activated the nerves in her swollen knockers.
Malcolm did the other boob then attached a one kilogram weight. Based on Kimberly’s reaction, it hurt. Her big sow tits almost brushed the floor.
“Your tits are going to look different after this,” advised Malcolm to the wide eyed fatty. She was drooling like a French bull dog.
My cock head found her vaginal opening and I power fucked her twat as brutally as I could. I found myself enjoying the delivery of powerful open palmed slaps to her corpulent rear. At times, there is nothing as attractive as a red palm print on a broad white ass.
Spanking over, I inserted my index fingers in my own ripe asshole. I made sure the good brown stuff coated each finger then reached forward to fish hook the corners of her mouth. I pulled hard bringing her head erect. I’d been fish hooked a number of times so I knew how to make it hurt.
I could tell that between the pain and the realization she had my shit in her mouth, Kimberly was not a happy coed.
Prep work over, Malcolm spread her butt cheeks and placed my cock head directly on her sphincter. Using her jaw flesh as leverage, I slammed it home. The feel of my cock expanding her bowel as it raced inward was highly satisfying. Her failure to relax made it more painful to her and pleasurable to me.
My only regret was that we didn’t capture the look in her face as the last ten inches of her gastrointestinal tract informed her brain that the pain level was off the charts. I came to a crouch and pounded away until Malcolm took my place.
“Fucking bitch is bleeding out her ass,” observed Malcolm as he forced her sphincter. “Her anus has prolapsed.”
A bleeding asshole is proof positive that I knew the proper technique for deflowering an anal virgin. There was a good inch of rose bud hanging out of her sphincter.
“Does it hurt, Kimberly?” I asked with my face only inches from hers. Large tears stained her cheeks as she attempted to cope with the pain.
“Yes, it hurts,” mumbled Kimberly making me feel proud.
“You need to suck the cock that was in your ass or I’ll cut your nipples off,” I said placing my heavily stained penis against her lips.
In a matter of seconds, she had the look of someone who had been eating brown gravy with a crooked spoon.
Deciding that further degradation was called for, I took hold of the tit clamps, squeezed hard and then announced, “Swallow my piss or I’ll rip your nipples off.”
I took a long slow leak so she could gulp it all down without spilling a drop. It was mainly reprocessed Sam Adams Summer Lager. Her fear of the clamps resulted in her performing admirably. As she took in mouthful after mouthful, I exulted in the aroma of fresh beer piss. True water sports enthusiasts swear that there is no more flavorful pee on the planet than Sam Adams.
“Put her in a shoulder stand,” I said when Malcolm took a break.
We propped her up against the bed then proved that her asshole could be stretched to accommodate both our cocks for a vicious double fucking. We established a rhythm of plunging down together bringing forth a loud scream.
We withdrew occasionally to observe that her anus had temporarily lost the capability to close and further prolapsed. Her rosebud was now hanging a good two inches outside her anus. We celebrated our accomplishment by spitting down into her open hole. Watching a gob of sputum slowly slide deep into her rectum was highly gratifying.
Based on the way she moaned and whimpered, it must have hurt awfully. We found her heartfelt pleas for us to stop highly erotic and before long, there were two load of semen parked in her garage. Malcolm added a pint of urine to make an ass cocktail.
“Felch time, darling, suck hard for your reward,” I said to Kimberly as I placed one end of a clear plastic tube in her mouth while Malcolm slid the other end inside her rectum. I got a deep sense of satisfaction from watching the blood streaked greenish white mixture travel through the tube ultimately to mix with the Sam Adams piss in her tummy.
Having exhausted our menu of painful and degrading acts, Malcolm yanked the clamps off as I cut the cable ties. We laughed as she wallowed around on the floor like a beached whale attempting to deal with the pain. That was when she surprised us.
“Thanks guys, that was terrific,” said Kimberly rubbing her sore tits.
I suppose overweight coeds appreciate any kind of attention they can get. We kissed and thanked Kimberly for the great anal sex as we took her back to the living room and dropped her in a pile of naked bodies.
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The orgy was not without its perils. At some point, late Sunday afternoon, I passed out from exhaustion and booze. Maybe I was drugged. As I got woozy, the male students took advantage of my state to fuck a cop in the ass. I’d forgotten that the relationship between the city’s college students and the police was not all that friendly. I didn’t particularly mind but it would have been better if I had been alert enough to enjoy it more. My ultimate fantasy is to be publicly gang raped by a large coterie of world class athletes. I picture a stadium with a crowd of one hundred thousand screaming for them to fuck me harder. The jumbotron contains close ups of me being anally penetrated. Well it is a fantasy.
In pursuit of ultimate police humiliation, they also played “Cop Bukkake.” I was made to kneel with my mouth open and tongue out while the male assemblage either spit in my maw or filled it with their jism. I was drenched in sperm and sputum by the time they finished. A couple of guys made me drain their tank swelling my abdomen. My belly was so full of pee I sloshed when I walked.
“Payback time, Simon,” said chubby little Kimberly as she managed to position her prolapsed sphincter over my mouth and fart a cup of viscous brown liquid down my throat. There were lumps in it and they tasted like shit.
My finale was a group performance where Megan and Austin equipped with strapons, the punishment type with rubber spines, savaged my asshole while they worked my nipples with Kelly forceps. I was propped up in a shoulder stand with my butt pointing toward the ceiling. Both girls took their position and forced the dildo heads inside my sphincter. Then to the crowd’s count of one-two-three, they slammed it home. I delighted the many onlookers by screaming my lungs out then fainting.
I awoke when Austin held a bottle of poppers to my nostrils. I slowly realized I was in Cynthia Rose’s video studio making a porn film. The presence of video cameras and the intense lighting gave the situation away. A truly gorgeous female was slowly easing my cock into her incredibly tight pussy. She was struggling to get the large mushroom head past her opening.
“It’s too big,” whined the girl. “It’s hurting me.”
“Shit, Mary Beth, don’t be such a baby,” said Megan stepping forward to place her hands on the girl’s shoulder and push her down.
She squealed in pain as I widened her tunnel. A trickle of blood oozed out on my belly. A small hand turned my head toward the camera allowing my mouth to take in a smooth young cock.
It took a few minutes for me to realize my sexual partners were not old enough for Boston College. It turned out they were barely old enough for middle school.
But I was too far gone to object and allowed nature to take its course as what I ultimately learned were Megan’s younger siblings had their way with me. The male in spite of his youth proved adept as sliding his asshole up and down my pole while his sister squatted on my face. Megan took close ups of me swallowing her cream pie followed by a multiple mouthfuls of girl and boy pee.
When they finished draining me, the lights dimmed. Megan and Austin stopped videoing. My two underage partners vanished.
I groaned as Austin took hold of my testicles and squeezed hard then used sash chord to tie and separate them.
“Listen asshole pig policeman, if you don’t want a video of you fucking two underage kids on YouTube, stay away from Club Macabre,” said Megan talking hold of my nipple in a forceps and giving it a vicious twist.
At that point, Austin slammed her fist into my balls. I crumpled up in pain and puked up piss, spit, and jism plus pepperoni pizza I had for lunch. I spent the next few minutes in a tight ball attempting without great success to dodge their attempts to stomp my nuts flat. Finally, Megan grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart and attached them to a spreader bar. She was a strong bitch and I was too fucked up to resist. I was exposed and helpless which for inexplicable reasons gave me a hard on.
I watched scared shitless as Austin knelt between my legs holding a rubber mallet. The insane thought occurred to me that the last time I saw a mallet like that was at Home Depot. The guy in the paint department had used one to seal the gallon of ceiling white I’d bought.
“They say all men have castration fantasies,” said Megan pulling the chord attached to my nuts so her partner had a clear shot.
“Say goodbye to your balls, Simon,” said Austin raising the mallet and taking aim.
“Please, God, no,” I screamed as it slammed down on my left nut.
It was probably the worst pain I had ever felt. They were castrating me the hard way by smashing my balls flat. Weren’t they supposed to slit open my sack and cut them out? They could have them bronzed and displayed on the mantle
“Maybe you can get a job guarding a harem,” said Megan positioning the right testicle for her partner.
I was helpless as the mallet descended. I actually felt my ball flatten before a wave of pain arrived causing me to pass out.
It was dark when I woke. I was alone. Everybody had left. My nuts were still on fire and felt as thin as pancakes. There was also a horrible cramp deep in my gut. It took everything I had to reach my cell phone and call the special number for Mass General. The number summoned discreet medical help for a cop in trouble.
Thank God the EMTs got there quickly. I recognized Barry who took one look at my balls and got an ice pack from the kitchen.
“Who fucked you up,” asked Barry as they loaded me in the ambulance?
“A couple of vicious cunts,” I managed to whisper. “There’s something inside my belly and it’s killing me.”
It was like the biggest meanest turd in the world and it wanted out in the worst way.
An hour later in the Mass General ER, Doctor Pope informed me after studying my x-ray there was a large foreign object in my intestine. “But I think we can get it out without cutting you open.”
They propped me up on all fours with pillows and inserted an anal speculum in my ass. My flattened testicles rested in an ice bucket. The doctor cranked my sphincter open to the max and squeezed a quart of lubricant in my ravaged bowels. I screamed into the pillow as a skinny Puerto Rican nurse reached deep inside me and grabbed the foreign object.
I went nuts as she pulled it out. A couple of orderlies held me down as she slowly extracted an economy sized cucumber.
“I almost couldn’t reach it,” said Nurse Maria Sanchez showing me the place on her biceps representing the maximum depth reached. Any further and her hand would have come out my mouth.
“Anyone for salad,” asked Doctor Pope holding up the shit covered vegetable for the OR staff. That occasioned a round of laughter.
They shot me full of painkillers and I went off to la-la land.
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