“Yeah, but the worst, dirtiest john I’ve ever let fuck me—he’d still be better than you, cop!” Didier taunted his fucker.
“Oh, you’ll pay for that crack, boy.”
“Make me. Yeah, let’s see you make me pay for it, big man, tough guy. I doubt that you’re man enough!”
“That’s mighty big talk, coming from a slut with a cock shoved up his ass. Are you ready to start begging, yet?”
“Not quite.”
“I like a punk with spirit, a punk who has balls. Up to a certain point. After that, it can start to get tedious.”
“And I like to feel a real man, inside me, fucking me,” Didier reported. “So far, cop, you’re a disappointment!”
“Mouthy,” Brun declared. “So damn mouthy—!”
He drove his prick through Didier’s flexing sphincter muscle again and again, panting and sweating from his exertions. His excitement mounted. But Didier was right with him, exulting in the other man’s use of him. Fiery heat and friction ripped through Didier’s asshole as the cop took him, raping his burning behind, proudly claiming possession of it as his own. Filled with hard cock, Didier’s anus spasmed, repeatedly, in helpless response to the hard plowing it was receiving.
“Ah, fuck me, cop!” he yelled. “Fuck me hard! Fuck my ass!”
“Just what I like to hear,” Brun assured him.
They came together. The warm, wet semen shot free from Brun’s phallic pistol and filled Didier’s ass, making it easier for him to take the stud cop’s relentless, ejaculatory thrusts, now that Brun’s exploding cock was slick with its cum as it plunged into him. Grunting, cursing, Didier fired his own load up into the air between their heaving, shuddering bodies, the hot wet drops raining thickly back down upon both men’s perspiring flesh.
After both men had taken a few minutes in which to calm down after their simultaneous orgasms, Brun pulled his cock out of Didier’s cum-filled, mushy-feeling asshole, and he got shakily to his feet. He left the bedroom, went into the nearby bathroom which Franck and Didier shared, and washed off. A panting, sweat-streaked Didier joined him after a moment, and he too cleaned himself.
“Shit!” Didier exclaimed, happily. “That was about the hottest fuck I’ve ever had! I guess you really do have what it takes to turn a guy like me into your slave. You can have my ass any time you want it.”
“I intend to,” Brun replied. “From now on, you and your buddy Franck are both going to be my boys—my property, to do with as I damn well please. How do you like the sound of that, punk?”
“I like it just fine—sir.”
“Oh, when we’re not actually having sex, you can still call me Charles,” Brun deigned to say. “It’s only when my prick gets hard that I demand a little respect. I can tell it’s going to take me a while to beat that smart-mouthed attitude out of you,” the cop went on. “But tonight we’ve made a good start. Don’t worry, boy. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be just like your hot-assed buddy, Franck. You’ll both be perfectly happy, belonging to me. Being a cop’s boys.”
The End
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