Cuffed by the Cop

by Henri Couesnon

  Then Rocco grunted, “Okay, men—let’s strip him!”

  All of the cops surged forward. They were all over Franck, touching him, kissing him, licking his bare torso, his armpits, his nipples—feeling him up with rough, sweaty, groping hands. One of the men knelt on the floor to unlace and yank off Franck’s boots. Another opened his belt buckle and ripped down his zipper.

  “Aw, shit!” Franck cried, as his jeans were stripped off him. “Fuck!”

  Now his bare legs and behind, and his cock and balls, were readily accessible to the groping hands, up for grabs. Realizing the sheer helplessness of his situation, Franck didn’t even try to resist as he was manhandled by the horny cops.

  The insane, lustful melee lasted for a few breathless minutes of cursing and shoving and groping, which seemed like an eternity to Franck. Suddenly, though, Rocco stepped back and shouted in a loud, authoritative voice, “All right, you dirty, horny motherfuckers! Break it up! Stand back for a minute. Let’s see what kind of a body the punk slave has to offer.”

  The men all stepped aside, albeit reluctantly. It was obvious that they deferred to Rocco, who was the alpha male of the group.

  The cops stared at their captive again. Franck was almost totally naked—they hadn’t bothered to strip off his socks—and helplessly restrained.

  “God damn, he’s sure pretty,” the stud cop standing nearest to Franck observed. Leering salaciously, he reached over and ran his hand over Franck’s smooth, solidly muscled chest. “He still looks kind of fresh, for such a well-used whore.” The cop tweaked one of Franck’s nipples, which had stiffened involuntarily upon being exposed, and Franck grunted in protest. “Nice pecs—and nice tits,” the cop went on. He used both hands to grasp and twist and tug on Franck’s nipples, forcing a cry of pain from the boy’s lips.

  “Please—!” Franck gasped.

  “Quiet, boy,” the cop who was abusing his nipples advised, as he continued to work on them. “You’re going to have to man up, and learn how to take a little pain—or a lot of pain!—if you’re going to party with us.”

  “Shit, guys, will you look at the size of the dick on the kid?” another cop, an arrogant-looking, butch young number, marveled. He was dark-skinned, obviously of Algerian descent, and under different circumstances, Franck would have found him sexy. Stepping close to Franck, he scrutinized him from head to foot, and then, while his colleague continued to play roughly with Franck’s nipples, he groped Franck’s cock and balls—giving the testicles a squeeze which once again made Franck jerk and moan in response.

  “Dick, hell! It’s that ass I’m interested in. Can’t wait to fuck it,” the burly cop named Rocco declared, as he stepped up behind Franck and began running both of his big hands up and down over the firm, muscular cheeks of Franck’s naked and completely vulnerable rump. “Sweet,” Rocco muttered. “Like a pair of nice ripe melons, just waiting to be split right open.” One of his fingers found its way between Franck’s squirming buttocks, touched his anal pucker, and rubbed it, teasingly, before the finger pushed its way through the aperture and inside Franck’s ass. “Oh, yeah,” Rocco gloated, when Franck’s sphincter automatically tightened around his probing finger, trying to expel the invader. “That’s a hot, tight little ass!”

  “I can’t wait to fuck it,” one of his fellow police officers said. “What are we going to do—take numbers and form a queue?”

  “No, we’ll go by seniority,” Rocco suggested.

  The other cop snickered. “Yeah, you would say that, Rocco, because you know that lets you nail him first! Hey, I’ve got an idea. Flog him, Rocco. Heat up that sexy little butt of his.”

  “Sure.” Rocco took the flogger, which another cop produced and handed to him.

  Franck stared at the implement. It consisted of a thick handle, with strips of leather attached.

  “I didn’t agree to this,” he protested.

  The cops seemed to find this hilarious.

  “Don’t you dare touch me with that,” Franck blustered. “In fact—let me down. Right now. Let me go!”

  This elicited more laughter.

  Stepping back, Rocco surveyed his target. He swung the flogger, which whistled ominously, and applied it to Franck’s ass.

  “Ah! You stinking pigs!” Franck yelled, as the leather strips smacked into his butt, with stinging, biting intensity.

  “What we have here, gentlemen, is a deplorable lack of respect for the law,” Rocco declared. “Which I intend to address and rectify, right now.”

  He flogged Franck. He didn’t confine his blows to Franck’s back and behind. He circled his victim, landing blows on his chest and the fronts of his thighs, as well. Franck squirmed, in a useless attempt to evade the stinging leather strips, tugging at his cuffed wrists. He also shrieked, in pain and fright, whenever the flogger bit into the exposed flesh of his lower belly or upper thighs, dangerously close to his cock and balls. It was almost a relief when Rocco beat his back and ass, instead!

  The other cops watched, fascinated, while Rocco worked on Franck, whose skin turned red and hot wherever it was struck.

  “Harder,” Claude advised. “Hit him harder, Rocco!”

  “You stupid rookie!” Franck blurted out, without thinking. “If you want to see someone being hit, why don’t you go home and beat your wife?”

  He had the fleeting satisfaction of seeing that this insult really pissed Claude off—in part, because the other cops laughed boisterously in response to it, at Claude’s expense. But then Rocco swiftly punished Franck for his mouthing off, by wielding the flogger even more savagely.

  “Respect,” Rocco said, coldly, as he whipped Franck, repeatedly. “You will show proper respect for all officers of the law, punk—yeah, even for the ‘stupid rookie!’ I’m going to beat some manners into you if it takes all night. I’m going to break you, boy!”

  “Please—!” Franck whimpered, as the abuse continued.

  “Shut your mouth,” Rocco warned him. “Nobody likes a whiny slave.”

  Franck was disgusted to see that one of the uniformed cops—the one had let him into the house, in fact—had unzipped the fly of his trousers, extracted his cock, and was busy masturbating, while he stood there and gaped at the spectacle of Rocco flogging Franck.

  “Don’t come,” one of the other policeman advised the guy who was jerking off. “Save it for the perp.”

  Finally, a panting, perspiring Rocco lowered his arm.

  “Had enough?” he asked Franck. “Learned your lesson yet?”

  “Yes—yes, sir,” Franck gasped, barely able to speak.

  “You give us any more lip, and you’ll get flogged again,” Rocco threatened.

  “Understood?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Now, are you going to be a good boy, a good little whore, and cooperate?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You ready for some cop dick?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Polite little bitch now, isn’t he?” Rocco remarked, mockingly. “I don’t know what we’re waiting for, guys,” he told the other men. “Brun promised me his slave will take good care of us—do anything we want. Let’s make good use of the sexy little motherfucker.”

  “Hell, yeah. I’m going to get some of that cock,” the Algerian cop who had admired Franck’s equipment previously now declared, with a laugh, as he approached the hustler. He got down on his knees, moving in close to where Franck’s cock was dangling between his thighs, limp with anxiety.

  Guessing what was about to happen, Franck instinctively pulled back as far as his restraints would allow—but then a belt applied to his behind quickly changed his mind about putting up even this token resistance. He couldn’t have avoided the dark-skinned cop’s hot, greedy mouth for long, in any event. He looked down, his ass cheeks smarting from the belt blow, and he saw the kneeling cop’s mouth attack his prick, beginning to suck the head and the first few inches of the flaccid shaft inside it.

  “And while you’re busy
doing that, Frederic, I’m going to help myself to that pretty little ass,” Rocco announced. “Anybody have a problem with that?” he added, as though daring any of the others to object. “Good. I’ll break him in, and then the rest of you can have him.”

  Franck heard two heavy thuds on the floorboard behind him, and then the sound of coarse denim fabric rubbing against skin. He realized that Rocco must be stripping for action.

  “Claude, come here and suck me for a minute,” Rocco called out to Franck’s previous acquaintance, the rookie cop. He then addressed the kneeling cop. “Hey, Frederic—is he hard yet?”

  Frederic, his mouth now completely full of Franck’s still-soft cock, grunted and shook his head, indicating no.

  “Get your ass over here, Claude. We’ll give Brun’s slave boy something hot to watch, something that ought to get him turned on in a hurry.” Rocco snickered as he went to the couch and seated himself on it.

  Franck, glancing with apprehension at the big man, wasn’t surprised to see that Rocco was now virtually naked, except for his boots, which he’d put back on after he’d stripped, and a heavy cock ring, encircling his cock and balls. He had the flogger, and his heavy leather belt, within easy reach. In spite of his predicament, Franck couldn’t keep his eyes off Rocco’s prick—which, after all, was apparently going to be going up his ass soon, whether he wanted it in him or not! God, he did want it—even though he hated himself for having to admit the fact.

  The cop’s erection looked huge, the balls pulled up taut against its base by the pressure of the cock ring, which looked too small to fit comfortably around the grotesquely swollen shaft. Claude, meanwhile, had obeyed Rocco’s instructions. The rookie came around into Franck’s field of vision, staring down at Rocco’s crotch for a moment, lustfully eyeing his fellow police officer’s gargantuan hard-on.

  The other cops were also looking at Rocco’s huge dick.

  “Like what you see, kid?” one of the onlookers taunted Franck. “Don’t worry. You’ll get your chance to go down on it. And it feel it, reaming out your ass!”

  “Rocco’s the only cop I know who’s got a dick the size of a porn star’s,” a second cop said.

  “Yeah, most guys can’t handle it,” warned a third.

  “Says who? I can. Watch me.” After making this boast, Claude crouched down, and he began sucking Rocco off. Incredibly, he seemed to have no trouble at all stretching his mouth obscenely wide open around the circumference of that stallion-like shaft!

  Oh, shit, no! Franck thought in despair, as he continued staring at Rocco’s rapidly expanding dick. It had looked big enough before, but now it grew even longer and thicker. The encircling cock ring virtually disappeared from sight when the shaft of the prick puffed up all around it. The veins lining the erection bulged with blood, looking about ready to explode. It seemed unbelievable that anything could expand so much after it was already hard—but Claude, who had begun by greedily taking all of the other cop’s cock inside his mouth, was now struggling to accommodate even half of it!

  “That’s right, rookie,” Rocco taunted Claude. “Show us what a good cocksucker you are. Slobber all over that dick of mine. Get it good and wet, so I can slide it up the boy’s tight little ass. You’re getting real eager for that, aren’t you, perp?” he asked Franck. “Well, don’t worry. As soon as Claude’s done working on me, you’re going to get it.”

  “No! Oh, God, no! Come on, you guys. Please, sirs. I’ll suck you all off, one after the other. I’ll do anything. But I don’t think I can take that big thing, not without some kind of lube! You’re hung too heavy, man,” Franck vowed, addressing Rocco. “And—I don’t want anybody but Officer Brun to fuck me,” he improvised, desperately—even though he knew that in cold reality. Brun didn’t give a damn who screwed him. “He’ll be pissed off at me if he finds out I gave my ass to another man. He’ll punish me.”

  Rocco guffawed with coarse laughter. “That’s a good one! Even if that did sound remotely like our friend Brun—too damn bad, slave. Because you’re going to get fucked, and my buddy Brun can punish your ass all he wants, for all I care!”

  As he spoke, Rocco pushed Claude away from him, forcing to rookie to remove his slurping mouth from his cock. Standing up, Rocco moved back toward Franck.

  Half out of his mind with the lingering pain of the flogging, and the prospect of being fucked by Rocco’s oversized cock, Franck could vaguely see one of the cops go over to Rocco and handed him some small object. He heard metal unscrewing against metal.

  “Here, slave boy—sniff some of this,” Rocco instructed Franck. He inserted an inhaler full of amyl nitrite into one of Franck’s nostrils and pinched the other one shut. Taken by surprise, Franck breathed in a large amount of the pungent chemical and he felt the comforting hot rush sweep through his body. “It’s good stuff, isn’t it?” Rocco asked him.

  “Yes—yes, sir.”

  “Take plenty,” Rocco advised. “It’ll put you in the mood to get fucked.”

  “When you put it in me, sir—please, go easy,” Franck moaned, although it sounded to him as though the words had emerged from another person’s body, and he was an outsider, overhearing them. As Franck could feel his heart beginning to beat faster and faster, pounding in his chest, making his blood ring in his ears, he also felt his cock getting very hot, as though it was about to explode with lust.

  Frederic’s mouth, still working furiously on Franck’s rock-hard prick, felt even hotter, wetter, and more stimulating than before. The Algerian was an exceptionally skilled and persistent cocksucker, who seemed hell-bent upon devouring Franck’s meaty erection—perhaps literally!

  Rocco stepped behind Franck, his boots thudding on the floorboards. A moment later, Franck felt his sphincter being roughly, forcibly stretched open by the cop’s huge cock. He’d expected the penetration to hurt, and it did. It hurt like hell!

  “Easy,” he begged, again, although he suspected the plea was futile.

  “Nothing an experienced whore like you can’t handle,” Rocco jeered. He thrust himself deep into Franck’s ass, which his monster cock filled completely.

  Somehow, Franck managed to take it—which actually surprised him!

  That initial sharp, burning pain in Franck’s ass gradually subsided. He was aware of the pressure as Rocco forced more of his big dick into his rear end, but now it was a thrilling feeling, one of being filled and possessed and fucked. It felt as though an emptiness in his body was finally being filled.

  Franck relaxed his anal defenses completely and he let Rocco finish penetrating him, until more and more of his surrendered asshole was plugged by the warm, pulsating cock which Rocco now began to ease back and forth in tantalizing, deliberate fucking rhythms.

  “Oh, Christ—give it to me!” Franck heard himself scream. “Cop dick, sir—yeah, give me that big cop dick of yours. Please!”

  Shamelessly, he thrust his butt back and he took more and more of the raping cock. It almost felt as though the fuck tool was massaging his stomach muscles from the inside, having penetrated his body completely. It felt good—damned good!

  “I think the bitch likes what you’re doing to him, Rocco,” one of the other cops said.

  “Yeah,” another cop grunted. “Fuck that raw hole, big guy! Stretch it out. Tear that ass apart!”

  “Screw me!” Franck shouted, driven berserk by his sudden lust to be fucked by that huge hard thing. “Punish my ass with your big stud dick!”

  But as the last of the fumes from the poppers faded from his lungs, Franck began a slow, unwelcome trip back to reality. Suddenly, his head ached slightly, and, worse, Rocco’s big dick, which he had so brazenly accepted into his asshole only moments before, now hurt unbearably when his anus once again tensed up, closing tightly and painfully around the enormously thick shaft which was plunged deep into his body.

  “Ow, it hurts,” he protested. “It’s just too fucking big!”

  “We’ve got the cure of that. Damn! Give him another hit, q
uick,” Rocco gasped out. He was experiencing some discomfort himself, as Franck’s tight ass squeezed down around his cock, trying to push it out.

  One of the horny police officers, turned on by the spectacle of their captive being sucked and fucked by two of his brothers in blue, came over with the inhaler, which he deftly inserted in Franck’s nostrils—not taking it away until Franck had deeply and desperately breathed in several hits of the fumes. Immediately, a relieved Franck felt himself soaring off into sexual ecstasy, no longer caring who or what fucked him. He thrilled to the feeling of that thick, long cock being thrust back and forth inside his asshole, when Rocco started to screw him more urgently. The amyl which Rocco, too, sniffed quickly got to him, and it encouraged him to vent his lust upon the cops’ prisoner.

  “Hey, slave boy, you’re being fucked by the biggest, toughest cop in Marseille,” one of the other cops taunted Franck. “Hell, in all of the south of France! How’s it feel? How do you like it?”

  “I love it,” Franck heard his own, weirdly disembodied-sounding voice, answer, punctuated by a moan of helpless passion. “Oh, fuck me, sir—fuck my ass for me good and hard.”

  “Yeah, I’ll fuck you, kid,” Rocco vowed, as he increased the punishing speed and depth of his strokes, until he was ruthlessly driving the full awesome length of his oversized instrument in and out of Franck’s tight but unresisting asshole. “Oh, that sweet boy butt of yours feels damn good!”

  While Rocco went on fucking him, Franck raised his head and looked to his right, where he saw that two of the other cops had half-stripped themselves and were busy kissing each other, with all the clumsy fervor of a couple of horny adolescents discovering sex for the first time, together. Through his dizzy, blurred vision, Franck watched as one of them went down on his colleague and began sucking his cock, which protruded, huge and heavy, through the open fly of his trousers.

  Two other two men stood nearby, their own cocks sticking out and being gently but efficiently stroked by each other’s hands, while they watched their fellow cop’s dick being sucked, and Franck being sucked and brutally fucked.