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Stan laughed, leaning over Nate's face he said, "maybe he wants one of these, too" and stuck his tongue out, flashing two large tongue studs. Nate closed his eyes. "Well maybe he just wants to try them" Stan joked as he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Nate's. Kissing him, pressing his jaw until he forced his tongue inside Nate's mouth. Exchanging hot passionate breaths, his tongue exploring Nate's mouth, his hand reaching down, pulling Nate's flaccid cock, squeezing his balls. "Come on baby, I want a reaction out of you" whispered Stan as he resealed his mouth to Nate's. All the while, Vaughn was toying with Nate's new nipple rings, pulling them, kissing them and licking them. Try as he might, Nate couldn't ignore the manipulation of his cock and he started to swell. "Yeah that's my baby" cooed Stan as he started stroking Nate's growing cock. Stan quickened the strokes up and down Nate's cock, kissing him deeply, while Vaughn worked on his chest and started pulling his balls. Nate squeezed his eyes shut as he surrendered to the inevitable, he was going to cum, here, with them. Moments later, a suppressed "Mmnnn, ohnnn" escaped, barely audible from Nate's mouth as he came, shooting a stream of cum up and across his hard abs and now pierced chest. Stan continued to squeeze out the last drops, then licking Nate's juices off of his finger. "MMMM yeah, have some" Stan moaned as he wiped up the cum from his victim's abs and pushed his finger into Nate's mouth. He ran his finger around the inside of Nate's mouth and lips and on his tongue. "You're gonna be my baby, you'll see" whispered Stan as he gave Nate a quick kiss on the mouth. "What the fuck you doing?" yelled Vaughn. "He ain't going to be anybody's baby. We're gonna fuck him up and get rid of him! See?" as he grabbed Nate's hair and slapped him hard. Nate didn't want to hear that, "get rid of him?" His mind raced as blood trickled from the corner of Nate's mouth. Vaughn doubled up his fist and drove it right into Nate's forehead, "he's nothing, just a fucking piece of meat, a toy, until I say we're done with him!" Vaughn dropped Nate's head, eyes rolling, dazed and throbbing onto the table. "This is why he's here" said Vaughn as he stripped off the sweat pants. Standing at the end of the table, he pulled on a latex glove, and began squeezing the bottle of baby oil on the glove, and spreading Nate's legs, squirting it between his cheeks. "Come here, Stan. How do you like this ass? Man couldn't you just plow into this? Just ram it, fuck it hard?" Vaughn teased. Stan was smiling, and slipped off his sweat pants, exposing his fat, throbbing beer can cock. Vaughn slipped a couple fingers up Nate's ass. Nate cried out. "Fuck you, Officer Nate, Fuck you" was the cynical reply from Vaughn as he worked a third and then fourth finger into Nate's tight, oiled ass. Pouring on the oil, Vaughn worked his fingers in and out of Nate's ass as he and Stan held his legs up and spread. "Cavity search for the Officer?" Vaughn could barely contain himself. Stan was pouring oil down his abs and onto his cock. Massaging it in, watching Vaughn prepare the cop's ass for him. "Just remember the first time you got thrown in jail Stan. Remember how bad it was this last time. While you fuck him, just remember that this asshole, right here, is the one that put you in jail. This asshole, that you are going to fuck, is the one that cuffed you and made you lay in the dirt on your face. This asshole represents every cop and every other asshole that has ever dissed you! Fuck him, Stan, FUCK HIM!" Stan climbed up onto the table, pulled Nate's legs up on his shoulders, started leaning against the helpless body on the table. "Stan, don't do this. You don't have to do this Stan. I can help you Stan….. Stan?" Nate pleaded. Stan hesitated, "You can help me? Really? Well, Fuck you! I'm going to help myself right now! FUCK YOU!" Stan pressed his fat, stubby, cock against the loosened and oiled opening of Nate's ass. As the huge head made its way in, Nate yelled out in pain. It felt as if his sphincter were being torn from his body. Even Vaughn's fingers hadn't readied him for this. Stan continued to press in. Nate felt as if his guts were being shoved up into his chest. Stan was smiling, "Oh yeah Vaughn, there ain't no ass like a police ass." All the way in, Stan started pumping Nate's ass, leaning forward, inches away from Nate's face, pulling and shaking the chain joining Nate's nipples. Every time Nate tried to close his eyes, Stan would twist the nipple rings, "I want you to see my face as I explode in your asshole." Nate was practically numb from the pain, only occasionally whimpering as Stan thrust and twisted inside of him. Sweat dripping from Stan's face to Nate's. Occasionally drooling as he grunted and groaned his way deeper up this young cops ass. Pumping furiously, harder, "OHHH YEAHHH!!!! YEAHHH COP, You ain't gonna be no fucking rookie when I get through with your ass!!! YEAHHH!!! FUCK!! OHHH FUCK!!!! YEAHHH!!!" Stan gave one more deep thrust, arched his neck and back, let out an animalistic yell, and exploded in Nate's ass. Nate could feel, spurt after spurt of Stan's cream filling his ass, the chains between his nipples being pulled tight. Stan pushing Nate's legs off his shoulders, collapsing on top of Nate, grinding his crotch into Nate's ass. Holding him tight, licking and biting his neck. Stan almost falling asleep from exhaustion, on top of Nate. "Get up faggot!" barked Vaughn. "He ain't fucking done yet!" As Stan rolled off the top of Nate, Vaughn grabbed Nate by the balls and pulled him towards the end of the table. "My turn!" Vaughn turned Nate over onto his stomach and dangled his legs over the edge of the table. Approaching the table, Vaughn began to run his 9" up and down the oil and cum covered crack of Nate's ass. "Here you go boy, this one's going to be deep" muttered Vaughn as he pushed his way into Nate's hole. Nate again moaned out loud, lacking the strength to yell or fight, he was resigned to the abuse and likely to his death. Vaughn pushed in deep, wrapped his arms around Nate's chest, picking him up and standing straight. Nate's limp beaten body, his feet unable to touch the floor, apparently impaled on Vaughn's monster cock. Being held in place, his back to Vaughn's chest, with one big muscled arm. The other hand squeezing and twisting Nate's cock and balls. Vaughn delighted with his new toy. Bouncing him as his cock drove deeper into Nate's already violated ass. Pulling Nate's head back to kiss, lick and bite his face, neck and shoulders. Parading his trophy around the room with encouragement and applause from Stan. Then dropping him back across the table to resume the pumping, drilling, hard fucking of Nate's ass. Slamming him hard, continuously, grabbing Nate by the hair, pulling his head back, taunting him, laughing at him, spitting in his face until in a violent eruption of yelling and cursing, Vaughn filled Nate's insides with another overflowing load of man juices. As he pulled out, he threw Nate to the floor and as a final humiliation, grabbed him by the hair and forced his semi hard, sticky cock into the captive's mouth "clean it Officer Nate!" Over the next several hours, Vaughn and Stan continued to brutalize Nate. Raping, punching, kicking, hitting him. They would show no mercy. Stan came out with another bucket of water and a sponge and asked, "Guess we better clean him up for company tomorrow, right Vaughn?" Leaning over Nate as he began to sponge his face, Vaughn smiled and said "Yeah, gotta get him nice and clean. You might know some of our friends, from down south? You cost them a lot of money by confiscating those two brief cases from us. They aren't happy and I'm sure they have plans for you! Hahaha!" Throwing a couple more buckets of water on him, Stan then put Nate back on the table and cuffed him to it. "Sweet dreams!" he said and turned out the lights. Nate was awakened by Vaughn and Stan, uncuffing him and dragging him to a wooden X leaning against the wall. Vaughn stretched his arms over his head and manacled them to two of the upright members. Stan then spread his legs and manacled them to the lower members. Standing between Nate's legs and facing him, Stan began running his hands up and down Nate's chest and abs, pressing into his crotch, whispering "I'm going to miss you when you're gone. We could have been good friends, or at least I could have had a good time with you." "Go to hell!" was all Nate could muster. Stan laughed and walked away. A few hours later, Nate woke up to more voices and the door opening. In walked Vaughn and Stan, accompanied by two Latino men in suits. Nate knew them both as major cocaine dealers. They were with three other men, Nate assumed them to be the body guards. One of them had a briefcase. Vaughn spoke, "and this gentlemen is the famous Officer Nate, of our local police department. Although still impressive out of uniform, he just doesn't seem as confident or righteous as he used to. You know he is the one who took all of those valuable kilos of cocaine when he entrapped my colleague, Stan and myself. I wasn't sure with what to do with him, but since you mentioned you have cash, perhaps you will wish to purchase him for your amusement, or for slavery in your home country." One of the Latino's, approached Nate, looked into his eyes, around his face, up and down his body. "What happened to him?" Vaughn laughed, "You guys are going to love this.." and went on to detail the entire capture, torture and violation of Officer Nate. The Latino, listened intently, nodding occasionally, never interrupting. Finally at the end, he said, "Yes, I will take him. I have plans." He ordered his bodyguards to release Nate from the wooden X. As they held him, the other man in the suit got out a syringe, and injected Nate's arm. "No, don't do thhh…" he protested and slipped into the darkness. Nate awoke suddenly, he looked around, he was in his own bed. Standing next to him was a nurse. She said, "Don't move sir. You've been through a terrible ordeal." He asked how long he'd been out. She replied, "Today is Saturday, you've been here since last Sunday afternoon. An acquaintance of yours obtained my services and those of a doctor who has been in to see you every day. You're making quite a recovery Officer Young." "I have to call the precinct," he said. She explained it was all taken care of and that the doctor put him on non-charged sick leave. He even looked down and saw the bandages on his nipples. She smiled and said, "Yes, everything is healing nicely." "My instructions are to stay until you are conscious and able to move. You appear to be conscious, now let us see if you can walk," she said. Helping him to his feet the nurse spent another day getting Nate's strength up and ensuring he could walk around. When she felt he could function, she explained "I must leave now. In one hour, please open this envelope and read it. Remember, you must wait one hour." Grabbing her things, she walked out the door. After an hour, Nate opened the envelope, it said: Dear Officer Young, Following our brief meeting of last Sunday, my associate and I were most appalled at the details of the traumatic ordeal you faced at the hands of two individuals, known as Vaughn and Stan. Although we may have somewhat conflicting ideologies and careers, I have my convictions that a man must always treat another man with respect and honor. On behalf of all of my colleagues and associates, I sincerely regret and apologize for the suffering and indignities you experienced. Had instructions been followed from the beginning, none of this entire incident would have occurred. I assure you that my associates and I respect your noble efforts on behalf of the community and your right to privacy. I further pledge to you our total discretion and confidentiality with respect to any occurrences over the past weeks. As a small token of our esteem and remorse you will find a package by your front door. Please consider the contents of the package an indemnification of sorts, offered in the spirit of this letter. Welcome home Officer Nate. Nate went to the door and found the package. Carefully opening the lid, inside he observed, resting in ice, the severed heads of Vaughn and Stan, their own penises hanging out of their open mouths. Gagging, stumbling back and closing the door, Nate prepared to call the precinct. He looked outside the door once more, and the box was gone. A satisfied grin came across his face as he dialed the phone.