Law & Disorder (AllThingsCuddly & TNT)

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Are you alright? Randolph could've swore he heard someone ask as he bucked about on the bed, with his face all contorted and red, screaming - quite literally - bloody murder as he did!

Alright? Am I alright?

I think, the fuck, NOT!

How could anyone in their right mind think that he'd be alright after having one of his nipples torn clean off as the other still dangled by the slimmest piece of now blood-soaked skin? There was nothing alright about that, about any of this insanity; however, there was truly nothing even remotely acceptable about how Randolph, thee Randolph Whitmore, was being systematically ruined, one body part at a time!

It was like some sort of sadistic party game, where each new round brought about a greater level of torment, of ruin. 'Let's burn him here,' one player would say, with lit cigar in hand. 'No! Wait! Let's brand him,' the next would up the ante, as they heated up his own personal lighter. 'No! I got it! How about if we disfigure him, just a little, right here...aaaand here?' would come the next - and hopefully final - round of torture as his nipples were playfully teased, right before they were...

Torn, the fuck, OFF!

Jesus. What was next? Which part of him was going to be ruined beyond repair and...and how much more could he seriously take? Clearly, he was coming undone. Why else would he be hearing everything in Italian?

It...it was Italian that these two thugs were now speaking in, wasn't it?

Yes, Italian, and surprisingly well for street thugs, unless...

Jesus. Are they part of the mafia? The Outfit? was Randolph's initial hazy thought, as his tear-stained eyes drifted from one suited guy to the other. The DiFronzo's have been out of commission for ages, and The Carlisi's and Angelini's long before that, his mind raced, trying to put all the pieces together, and...and no one has publicly staked a claim since. Unless...

The Lockhart's?

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

Was it possible? Was it even possible that this family of alleged fuck-ups were actually playing the city like a fiddle, from above and below? On the surface, it made zero sense, but if you dug a little deeper, it had the potential of being one very well-crafted, expertly-orchestrated...

"FUCK!"

Not paying much attention to what the two were doing or even saying at this point - since Randolph suddenly found himself caught up in piecing together his far more nefarious thoughts - he missed the modifications that were made to his leather jockstrap and he quite clearly missed his flask being brought back out for another round of dousing! What he didn't miss, however, was the slow, agonizingly slow, burn of alcohol as it was poured across his ruined nips, down upon his burned groin, and, finally, all over his branded balls!

Doused.

The entire length of his exposed torso was now doused.

But not for long.

Distracted by the return of the colossus, who had stepped out of the room for only a moment, Randolph's gaze shifted a heartbeat too late as the distinct sound of his lighter being flicked open filled the oddly still room. With eyes wide, maniacally so, he watched as his tan skin caught fire, watched as the wave of blue flames licked at his open wounds and incinerated whatever hairs remained on his mostly smooth skin, and watched, in horror, as the two monsters enjoyed every sadistic second of it all, because that's all it really took, mere seconds to scorch his torso, even though it felt like an eternity before the flames finally went out on their own.

Then the screams came, full force, ripping his vocal chords apart as they did, and Randolph was certain, absolutely certain, that he had just died and gone directly to hell.

There was no other explanation.

Bucking against the hood of the truck as his exposed ass was repeatedly paddled raw, Troy was actually caught off guard when the officer suddenly stopped mid-swat; however, such a reprieve was severely short lived as his head was then yanked back by his damp hair so that his upper torso could be twisted to the side, just so - FUCK NO! - the one named Benny could...could... - OH, FUCK, NO! - piss? - NO! - Jizz - FUCKING JIZZ?! - inside his gaping mouth, which was now being cracked open for like the tenth time tonight!

Reflexively gagging and grunting as the squirts of thick seed assaulted his already soiled tongue and then sprayed across the walls of his previously filth-molested mouth, Troy actually struggled, legitimately struggled, with the concept of one man debasing another in such a grotesquely intimate way. While piss and shit were certainly human waste the lawyer never in a million years would've imagined coming anywhere near his previously unsullied mouth, the copious, raw cum of another man - an inferior black man at that! - was even further down the list.

Troy was repulsed to his very core.

But such repulsion would soon be washed away by a new wave of terror as he suddenly felt the seat of his satin briefs get sliced and then viciously torn open!

When the slim cloth was wedged between his cheeks, oddly enough, it provided just enough cover to put his mind at ease. But now that it was gone, now that the cold, night air was licking across his exposed anus, well, that...that - OH FUCK! - didn't sit well with him.

Neither did having one of the officer's leather-encased fingers up inside of him!

Crying out as his absurdly tight pucker was invaded without warning, cruelly spread against its will, Troy found himself biting down on his cum-smeared lower lip as Dick proceeded to assault the unwilling orifice. Initially working his thick digit in and out, the pig soon took it upon himself to not only remain inside for a little while longer, but to dig around until he found - What...the actual...fuck?! - that sweet spot that caused Troy's body to react in ways it never had before.

Suddenly finding himself growing hard against his will, the lawyer let loose with a deep throated sigh once Dick removed his finger and allowed his pucker to return to its natural state; however, that sigh quickly became a jumbled sputter as the pig's filthy finger hooked inside his mouth. Continuing to sputter and grunt as he was jerked back and then spun around, Troy expelled yet another, much louder, grunt as he was not only slammed back into the front of the truck, but groped and grabbed at!

Firmly held in place by the twins, with their identical cocks now dangling from their jeans, rubbing against his already defiled coat, he would watch as Benny didn't waste any time in worming his way in behind the three of them so that he could rub his cum-dripping cock against Troy's exposed ass! Was he - OH GOD NO! - planning to fuck him? No. It didn't seem like it. He just wanted to tease his tightness, as the twins threatened to release their own loads all over his face, which would've been priceless, given the fact that it was now frozen in a state of utter fear.

Returning his gaze forward, Troy would find himself unable to look anywhere but at the officer's sizable slab of cockmeat that was now on full display!

The thing was huge, no, it was grotesquely enormous, easily measuring a full foot long, and the more Dick played with it, the thicker it seemed to get. As for the balls dangling below the throbbing shaft, those were impressive too as they thwapped against the leather of his uniform, but not as nearly as impressive as Troy's own, he now thought, rather oddly, as he continued to watch with that look of fear.

"W-what? N-no. I...I won't let you," he then muttered in response to the threat of being fucked, looking desperately from one twin to the other, who only leered back at him as they both dry humped the sides of his legs. "You...you can't be serious!" he then spat, mostly at Dick and a little a Dick's dick, as he bucked against the three thugs and tugged against the cuffs that were now cutting into his wrists.

"Wrong answer, princess," he heard one of the twins say.

"Definitely wrong," the other agreed, just as they both pushed Troy to his knees, only after Benny gave an aggressive shove from behind!

Kneeling now before Dick, Troy was held firmly in place as the three thugs wasted no time in getting a firm grip on his thick hair, his broad shoulders, and his cum-slick face.

"Get those plush lips nice n' wet, baby," Benny growled from behind as he fisted Troy's hair.

"Careful with those pearly whites," Jordan then snarled in his left ear, licking his lobe after he did.

"Or we'll be forced to knock 'em out," Jessie added on the right, before giving a quick lick of his own.

"He's all yours, sir," Benny then chimed in again, as he playfully jabbed his own cock into the back of Troy's muscular, tensed up neck.

"All ours," the twins then greedily corrected in stereo, letting Troy know that his ass, his virginal ass, which hadn't ever been near a single man's cock before, was soon going to be stuffed with not just one, not only two, but three and, quite possibly, four!

Maybe more.

The night was young.

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

Both Adam and Rivera were entranced by the beautiful blue flames. They ignited where the lighter touched the liquor and spread quickly, coating Randy's body from groin to chest in iridescent fire. It was a moment of surrealism.

Then the flames went out and the screaming started.

The skin from chest to groin was bright red and Adam felt his stomach turn. Oh, this had been his idea and he had been the one to ignite the flame, but he hadn't been thinking through it at the time. Seeing the raw, burnt flesh and the smell. Oh God, the smell. He couldn't even explain the scent. Coppery and metallic. He could practically taste it. He set a hand over his mouth and his eyes continued to just take in the sight of what he had just done.

"Non è meno di quanto si meriti." Rivera spoke, setting a hand on Adam's shoulder. It's no less than he deserves. The man had already said that about ripping his nipples off, but he felt the need to reinforce the idea for his boyfriend.

Another thought ran through Adam's head. At this point there would be no escape. Not until Randy were to die at the end of this. Could he do that? Could he kill a man? The answer that came to him was instant and so stead-fast that it surprised him.

Yes.

Realizing that not only was he okay with killing Randy, but ready and willing to do it hardened his stomach and he leaned in closer to speak to the man. "Welcome to hell." He told him, not knowing that the man had already been thinking about the fact that he had died and gone to hell. It was a sentiment that he fully believed. What he was doing to Randy was a living hell.

Alcohol, by nature, burns quick and hot. The skin all along Randy's torso and groin was a bright, angry red but the fire didn't penetrate the dermis. Only the epidermis was scorched, removing the first layer of skin and leaving his body raw and exposed, sensitive to even the lightest of breezes. The nerve centers were intact but raw and exposed, screaming with pain - as was the man they were attached to.

"I'm tired of listening to him scream." Adam said conversationally. He returned to the front room where Randy's faux cock had been left behind. He picked up the silicon piece and returned to the bedroom. By now the man's voice was hoarse, but he continued to make noises so Adam shoved the head of the large phallus into his mouth. "How do you like sucking your own cock, faggot?" He demanded, shoving the shaft deeper into the gaping maw until the man gagged.

"Can I use his ass while you use his mouth?" Rivera asked and Adam glanced over at his boyfriend before grinning and nodding. This would be great. Rivera was more of a show-er than a grower and his cock was intimidating to many, in a different way than Randy's or Dick's.

"Hold this." Adam said, motioning to the faux cock and he boyfriend raised an eyebrow but shrugged and walked over to grasp the cock, starting to slide it in and out of Randy's mouth. He watched the man's nose flare as he breathed deeply and got a sudden, wicked idea. He pulled the gum from his mouth and shoved it up one of the man's nostrils, restricting his breathing to a single nostril since his mouth was currently full of dick.

Adam walked down to the end of the bed and found the end of the straps holding Randy's legs down. He unclipped the end of the restraint from the portion securing it to the bed then did the same for the other leg. Instantly the legs started to move, attempting to kick Adam, to somehow free the restrained man. "Damnit!" Adam growled as he fought with the muscular legs. "Rivera, I need you." He said and Rivera turned, his dark eyes taking in what Adam was doing.

"The fuck you doing?" He asked with a smirk, enjoying watching his boyfriend struggle.

"Vaffanculo." Adam said smoothly. Fuck you. "Take the straps and secure them up there."

Adam handed off the straps and Rivera looked to the top of the bed and nodded. The three foot straps were tugged and pulled until he attached one to each of the loops at the top of the bed that were attached his the man's wrists. This forced the older man to essentially bend in half, his feet stretching up to his own hands, lifting his behind and leaving his asshole gaping and exposed.

Rivera nodded with approval. "Nice." He said and then stood beside the bed ad he undid his pants, lowering them and his briefs to reveal his cock for Randy to see. He was only partially hard yet so he stroked himself, reaching out and grabbing Randy's cheek to force him to turn his head to look at the piece of flesh that would soon be invading him. Rivera may only be six or seven inches long, but his girth was more than impressive. Intimidating even. It seemed almost impossible for his cock to be so fat. It wasn't as big Rivera's own fist - only because Rivera's hands, like everything else about him, were large and impressive in size - but it was about the size of an average man's fist.

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"Can't forget about Buster either." Dick said with a grin as he watched Troy, watching it sink in that he intended to let a dog of all things fuck Troy when he was done with him.

At the mention of the dog, Jessie glanced over at the German Sheppard, but the well-trained police dog sat exactly where he had been told. His head cocked to the side and he let out a whimper at the sound of his name, but he didn't move.

"Hear that, bitch?" Benny growled, giving a firm tug on the fine locks. "When the boss is done with you, his canine partner gets a piece of your ass too." He said, just in case Troy hadn't put two and two together to realize what the man had implied by mentioning the dog.

As Benny spoke, Dick found himself growing irritated by the man. Was it really necessary to reiterate what he had implied? Plus he kept overstepping his bounds, forcing himself behind Troy as though he were going to fuck him... Dick. He grinned at the irony of that mental comment even as he considered turning Benny into the next bitch if he kept rubbing him the wrong way. He reached down with a gloved hand to force Troy's mouth open yet again. This time until of the unwilling mouth being filled with filth or human waste, it was filled with the hard, throbbing flesh of another man. "There you go. That's a good boy, take the cock." Dick purred, his voice almost soothing if it weren't for the malicious tone he used.

The twins had been promised a piece of this action - which was more than could be said about Benny who wasn't invited to the party but rather invited himself - so they both decided it was time for them to have some fun. In near perfect unison they both pressed the hard cocks against the sides of Troy's face, rubbing their heads over his head.

It was unusual for Dick to allow someone else to hold the head of the man he was trying to face fuck. Right now he wanted to snap at the other three men, tell them to let the fuck up so that he could have sole access to his victim. But... He could see the way Troy's eyes darted from side to side, mortified by being assaulted by not one, not two, not even three cocks. As Benny jammed his own thick shaft into the back of Troy's head, the man would find himself surrounded by meat. A genuine sausage festival. The looks of fear and mortification in Troy's eyes was enough to keep Dick from shoving the others away so he could take his pleasure.

With his leather-clad hand still firmly gripping Troy's chin, he began to feed more and more of his large cock down into the man's throat, not caring when he gagged or choked. He stared into the man's eyes, watching for the warning signs of true suffocation and not letting up. His attention was solely on his victim - not the twins jerking their cocks and rubbing the precum over Troy's cheeks, and not on Benny who was grabbing handfuls of the man's hair and thrusting his cock into the mass of silky folds.

When he was sure that Troy was about to lose consciousness from being unable to breathe, he pulled back and released his chin. Hearing him gag and cough was enough to bring both twins right up to the edge of release. "If you puke on me, I will make you lick every last drop off of me." Dick warned as he watched Troy convulse and gag.

The visual image of this well-dressed man being forced to eat his own vomit was enough to do the twins in. They looked at each other and exchanged a glance before both men let out guttural moans and released their loads. Both men took aim and filled the only orifices they could reach - Troy's ears. His ear canals filled with spunk, the thick substance spurting in deep but also around his ears, coating his thick locks.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

A gift.

Rivera's boyfriend had just given him a gift, and he was more than ready to enjoy said gift to its fullest extent, for it wasn't everyday that the massively built, goliath of a man had the opportunity to stuff his monster cock into an unwilling hole, and an attractive one at that! Actually, he couldn't seem to clearly recall the last time that he had had such a pleasure and, as far as he knew, the occasion wouldn't be presenting itself again anytime soon, not unless he went hunting for it. Therefore, the mountain of muscle was going to take his sweet time and enjoy every, last, second of it all.

Continuing to undress, Rivera took great care to remove his custom-made, designer suit, and all of its handsome accessories, one piece at a time. Being a large man, a very large man, meant that nearly everything he wore - from socks to suits to skivvies - had to be made to order, which came at a price. He knew from experience that this was about to get messy, real messy, so it would be best if he stripped down to his birthday suit for the occasion. It would be a hell of a lot easier to clean up the mess after. Besides, he loved the look on the face of his victim's, er, partner's when he revealed his chiseled, tattooed form in full. It truly was a work of art, on so many levels, and the proud man was more than willing to flaunt what he had.

"Soak it all in, mate," he encouraged Randy, whose eyes had only grown even wider - with fear? - as every thick inch of his inked form became evident.

Strutting around the bed, like a prized stallion on display at The Gold Cup, Rivera came to stand behind Adam. Taking a moment to enjoy the sloppy wet sounds that were coming out of the bound man's gaping mouth, as his boyfriend continued to relentlessly fuck his face with the slab of spit-slick silicone, he then helped himself to the handsome garment that was still resting on Adam's shoulders. Reassuring him, in Italian, that he would buy him a new one if he wished it, he then returned to the foot of the bed so that he could make one last vital preparation before getting his freak on.

"Such a shame, really," he noted now as he carefully laid the substantial coat out, fur lining side up and leather down, so that the bed below would be mostly protected from what was yet to come. "I'm sure this cost a pretty penny, didn't it?" he then rhetorically asked Randy as he neatly tucked a sizable portion of the exquisite overcoat under the man's exposed and now visibly quivering ass. "There we go. That should do the trick," he then added, with an oddly warm smile and nod of his head, before giving both globes a firm slap with his massive paw of a hand.

"Are you ready?" he then asked, more so of Adam than Randy, caring more that his lover had a good view and not at all if the affluent asshole was even remotely prepared.

With a single, silent nod exchanged, he knew it was time.

Crawling up onto the end of the well-made bed, Rivera smirked to himself as his substantial weight not only caused the mattress to tilt towards him, but made the metal frame moan below. The look of terror on Randy's face was priceless as he now loomed large over him, so much so, he made a quick motion to Adam to fetch the man's phone from the nightstand. Knowing full well that his tech-savvy partner-in-crime had already taken it upon himself to unlock and reprogram the device, he quickly worked it open and snapped off a few friendly shots, taking care to leave Adam out of view by focusing entirely on the man's horrified, tear-streaked expression and cock-crammed mouth. Satisfied, he then tossed the device back to Adam, giving his eager-looking lover the pleasure to do whatever he wished with the evidence.

"Dio, ti amo," he then whispered, with lust in his eyes, as he thrust his powerful hips forward, with cock firmly in hand, and began to press the bulbous head of his enormous, fist-like manhood against Randy's clenched cheeks.

Knowing full well that the obviously tight - assumedly virginal - orifice that sat between the toned mounds wouldn't simply give in under such pressure, Rivera worked his free hand between the man's glutes so that he could probe at the pucker with the blunt tip of his index finger, which was sizable in its own right, but certainly not as intimidating as the beast between his thick thighs. Finding the opening with ease, since the man's ass was more in the air than not, he continued to press at the sweat slick pucker until it finally gave in. Sliding his thickness inside, until his squared-off knuckle was fully consumed, Rivera took great pleasure in feeling the man's warm, sphincter muscles clamp down around the unwanted invasion. Sliding out, ever so slowly, so that he could continue to relish the feeling, he slid it back in and out a few more times before finally deciding to add a second and then a third finger to the mix.

No turning back now.

Forming what he knew to be called the 'Silent Duck,' because the three middle digits typically looked like a duck's bill when worked together, Rivera also knew that there was no damn duck on this planet that had a bill as thick or as long as what his powerful fingers could create. Jabbing in and out, a bit more firmly, even roughly at times, he methodically worked at opening the fucker up, but not to the point that there was no tension left. He still wanted the bastard to retain most of his tightness so that he could fully experience the substantial mass that was now oozing with excitement.

Bitch, you're gonna feel every last inch of this.

Thankful that the Brit was on the older side - therefore, his muscles were a bit more forgiving than someone younger - it didn't take much effort on Rivera's part to get his pucker trained to behave accordingly. Was this still going to be insanely painful? For Randy, yes, it fucking was. Was it going to get messy? Without a doubt, it would, but, more than likely, with a bit less ripping and far less blood, since...he was...loosening up...rather nicely!

The moment of truth.

Sliding his filth-slick fingers out, which he proceeded to wipe on the man's ass, Rivera wasted no time at returning his pre-oozing prick to the man's worked at opening. Pressing as he did the first time, he felt far less resistance, as the fat tip of his thick dick began to work its way ever-so-slowly over the weakened threshold, until...

"Maledetto!"

Popping inside the warm cavity, Rivera's plump head was soon surrounded by both warmth and pressure, but a pleasurable pressure that made him moan and curse some more. The fucker was still tight, ridiculously tight, but that would be coming to an end soon enough, this much he was certain of; however, for now, he was going to enjoy the sucking sensation that was happening around his fat cockhead. It felt delicious to have his dick milked like this, drawing the pre out a little at a time, which only worked to slick things up just enough so that he could...

"Cazzo di me!"

Sliding some of his thickness inside the chamber, Rivera actually took care not to overwhelm the unwilling orifice all at once. To ruin such a glorious thing so early on in the game would certainly be a damn shame, plus, he wanted this monster, this sadistic piece of shit who had hurt so many young men, to experience this in near slow motion. He wanted him to feel each thrust, to feel his insides churn and even burn, as Rivera stuffed more and more of himself inside. He wanted there to be subtle waves of fear that would wash over his bound form, instead of supplying him with a swift tidal wave that would overwhelm him in a matter of minutes, and he wanted to...

Oh well.

Feeling the man's ass give out was certainly a bit of a double-edged sword sort of moment. On the one hand, that delicious tightness was gone, and probably for good, but on the other hand, well, he could now rape and pillage the pucker until it was absolutely ruined before repair.

Which is exactly what he did.

Bringing his powerful paws up to firmly grip the man's still sheer-sock-encased calves, Rivera, quite literally, threw himself into ripping the man a new one! Thrusting his full girth inside, he ignored the man's physical response of violently convulsing as if being impaled on a wooden stake. He also ignored the horrific moans that he managed to emit from around the copy of his own cock, which was still lodged deep inside his throat thanks to Adam. Thrusting violently now, his thickness proceeded to batter and bruise the sensitive walls of the man's very vulnerable cavity, until it tore open; however, at the same time, at the exact same time, Rivera had also managed to repeatedly pummel Randy's prostate, so that by the time his ass was leaking both blood and cum - yes, cum - he himself had a rock solid erection that was spewing pre all over the place!

Unable to control himself, Rivera did indeed dump his copious - and I mean coooopious - load deep inside the man's ruined ass. There was so much of it, that it actually gushed out, like a geyser, from the now gaping maw; however, to make matters worse - mostly for Randy - upon unlodging himself from the mangled mess, the muscular beast managed to bring some of the man's insides with him. In a flash, the bound man's once perfectly toned ass was reduced to a cum-soaked partial prolapse that even Rivera couldn't stomach.

"Oh, fuck, no, mate."

Reflexively recoiling in disgust, Rivera surprised even himself when he immediately took it upon himself to sloppily shove the ruby-colored, cum-covered mass back inside with the blunt head of his slick thickness. Satisfied with his quick handiwork, regardless of the fact that the man's defiled ass was still oozing god only knew what all over the fur lining of his trench, the content beast slowly worked himself away from the scene of the crime, only to toss his spent, sweat slick form into the nearby chair. A moment more and he was lazily motioning towards the nightstand.

"I think that earns me one of those fancy Cubans, amirite love?" he questioned, with a wicked smirk, before running a hand through his sweaty mop of dark hair, which was clinging to his damp forehead.

Even though the poor, unfortunate fucker at his knees was probably thinking himself to be in some sort of hell on earth, Jordan was, without a doubt, in heaven.

It wasn't every day that he and his brother got to play around with something as, well, as fucking stunning as this fine specimen. The dark-haired hunk was seriously sex on legs, built like a Greek god with killer good looks. No. He wasn't just good-looking, he was pulse-pounding, erection-inducing gorgeous, which made defiling him all that more entertaining and, as a bonus, arousing. The fact that he was wrapped up in enough wealth to fund a third-world city for a year only added to the excitement of the encounter.

It made Jordan feel a bit like Robin Hood or, more appropriately so, Robin' in the Hood.

Looming over the looker as he was force fed Dick's ridiculously long length of cop cock, which was just as frighteningly thick - at least to such an oral virgin, which the man clearly was - the twin continued to smear his discharged cum all over the side of the guy's pain-stricken face. It really was quite the sight seeing his thick seed slathered all over the smooth, contoured lines of the handsome man's clean-shaven face. Granted, it was even more enjoyable to see his seed oozing from the man's ear canal. That was a first for the twin, but it certainly wouldn't be the last. He'd have to give it a go another time, but ensure that all of his load went where it didn't belong, instead of allowing some of it to splatter into the guy's lovely head of wavy hair.

Actually, no.

On second thought, it was stimulating to see his seed soaking into the man's ebony locks, so much so, he actually shifted his attention from the man's flawless face to his lush hair, just so he could splatter it some more, but, the only problem with that was Benny.

Fucking Benny.

Did he like the guy well-enough to hit him up when his particular talents were needed, such as they were tonight, in chopping up the stud's sexy sports car? Sure, he had no problem throwing him and his team of professional thugs a bone, but he should've taken that offering and left with the rest. He shouldn't have stuck around and he certainly shouldn't have wormed his way into this party. Jordan could tell that he was pissing Dick off. All it took was one glance from the imposing man to know that you had just crossed a line. He and his brother had learned their lessons the hard way. Clearly Benny hadn't done the same.

"Why don't ya just go ahead n' roll," he leaned over and muttered in the guy's ear as he began to work one of his own hand's into the back of Troy's hair. "We got this."

"The fuck I will," was Benny's quick reply as he gripped the guy's hair harder and shoved a shoulder into the twin.

"Okay. Have it your way," was all Jordan replied, with a shrug, before - like his twin before him - he began to freely urinate, aiming for Benny as he did, but managing to get the putrid liquid all over the back of the affluent man's sumptuous fur as he was now being brutally face-fucked once again.

"Wha' da fuck?!" Benny cursed as he staggered back, slipped on a patch of frozen piss, and fell hard on his ass. "Y'all a bunch of sickos," he then spat as he scrambled to his feet, giving Jordan - who was still pissing - the finger as he did. "Go fuck yourselves," he then muttered, as he made his way over to his truck; however, instead of getting in and driving off, he did something somewhat unexpected.

"Just fuck off, will ya?" Jordan then snarled over his shoulder as he moved into place behind their gagging godling and fisted his lovely, cum-splattered locks, rubbing his piss-dripping cock on the substantial collar of the stud's soiled coat as he did.

"Nah. You know what? This show is just too fuckin' hot to pass up," the now grinning guy replied, with a nod, as he rested his ass against the side of his truck and proceeded to fish his cell from his coat so that he could either snap some pics or capture video of the vicious violation. "Don't ya worry, sir, I'll be sure to crop ya out," he then reassured Dick, as he pinched the cell's screen so that he could zoom in on Troy's cock-stuffed mouth and violently convulsing throat.

"By the way, my boys left a bag of tools behind," he then felt compelled to add, "so if ya need to make some mods to your toy or even just patch up the pretty-boy, ya have them at your disposal. sir."

"Benny."

"Yeah?"

"Fuckin' shut it!" Jordan growled, in unison with his twin, clearly wanting to hear the alarmingly sloppy, wet thwapping sounds of Dick's dick drilling Troy's throat, instead of his incessant ramblings.

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

All Adam could do when Rivera started to push into Randy was watch. He was transfixed. He couldn't look away. Now, Adam had been on the receiving end of that fist-sized cock once or twice but the rare couple times he had let Rivera fuck him the man has been slow and meticulous in his efforts to stretch Adam out first, working him open with toys and lots of lube. Randy was not being shown the same respect and it was clear by the pitch of the noises escaping the older man that his asshole was being ripped wide the fuck open.

Even as he watched he mindlessly pumped the large phallus in and out of his mouth, making sure to allow more room for the man to breathe since he was currently screaming and shouting himself hoarse despite the intrusion in his mouth.

Standing there just watching he couldn't know that Randy's ass collapsed around his boyfriend's massive girth, not until said girth was pulled back and brought Randy's insides to the outside.

The sight and smell was enough to make Adam gag and turn away. "Oh, my fucking God!" He shouted, repulsed by what he had just witnessed.

He had to step away from the bedside, his stomach roiling and threatening to speak its contents all over the carpet. Thankfully he managed to hold it in but his brain took a few minutes to process his boyfriend's words.

"Huh?" He asked dumbly before his brain could catch up. Shaking his head to clear it of cobwebs, he managed to figure out what the man was talking about. He swallowed hard then nodded. "Yeah."

At this point it didn't matter if Rivera called him love, openly and with pride, in front of Randy. Adam had already determined that the man would have to die if they didn't want him hunting them to the ends of the Earth. What did it matter if he knew they were lovers?

Walking over to the nightstand, he picked up the box of cigars and carried the impressive case over to the chair Rivera had collapsed onto. He held it out and when Rivera reached for it, he pulled his hand back and leaned forward. "Uh uh, I want a kiss first." He said with a grin, showing Rivera that he didn't care about hiding their relationship in front of this asshole anymore.

A grin spread across Rivera's mouth and his large arms suddenly clasped Adam and drew him onto his lap. "Solo un bacio?" He asked, reverting back to Italian only because of habit. His hands came up and began to run through Adam's hair as the smaller, younger man fell into the embrace, their mouths eagerly locking. Their kiss was hot and heated and lasted for minutes before Adam finally resurfaced for air. "Thank you, so much." Rivera said with sincerity, referring to being allowed to destroy Randy's hole. It wasn't often he was presented with such an opportunity.

Panting, Adam smiled as he pulled back and nodded. "You're welcome. Now, you unwind, relax and enjoy your cigar... While you also enjoy the show." He said and pulled back, handing Rivera the case and the torch lighter before returning to the bed.

Even if seeing Randy's insides become his outsides and subsequently pushed back into his insides, that kiss had been enough to put him back into the mood so he walked over to Randy and pulled the dildo from his mouth, finally allowing his jaw to relax. "You are going to be a good boy and suck my cock now, right?" He asked with a smile. "Because what we've just done to you is only a taste of what we will do to you if you decide to bite me."

After issuing his warning, he climbed up onto the bed. His pants had already been shredded by Randy and the man had seen - not to mention mocked and made fun of - Adam's perfectly average cock. It was average in length. It was average in girth. Compared to the monstrous fist of a cock that had just ripped apart his insides and the obscene faux cock that he had been choking on, Adam was probably laughable. At the moment he really didn't care.

In fact, an idea occurred to him and he walked back over to his case of toys. Fishing through it he found the faux cock of 'Dick Jr.' Returning to the bed, he held it up and smiled. "My boss likes to collect dicks. I told you I made this copy," He held up the faux Randy cock, "For you, when in reality I made it for him. He's got a room that has replicas of client's cock. They're like trophies to him. This one is his prized piece though." He held the two dildos side by side so that Randy could see the size comparison. "This is his cock. Or a replica of it."

Climbing easily up onto the bed he positioned himself so that his erection was positioned in front of Randy's mouth. "Now, which one would you like me to fuck you with while you duck my dick?" Without waiting for an answer, he held up Dick Jr. "This one? Good choice." He said with a laugh and pressed the massive cock into the older man, watching the silicon slip into the already stretched and ruined expanse.

Satisfied with the way the dildo still felt a surprising amount of resistance, he then lowered his hips and shoved his cock into Randy's mouth, skull-fucking him even as he fucked his ass as well.

---

Bicker, bicker, bicker. Fuck. If Dick had wanted to listen to bitches whine he would have invited a few of his own boys to this party. Instead his uninvited guests - two of whom he had gladly extended invitations to and one that just took it upon himself to insert himself into the fun - were fighting! The tension in the back of his neck grew, even as he face-fucked Troy.

For years now he had imagined doing this and worse to this pompous lawyer and now, while he was finally making his dream a reality, all he could hear was bitching! It was enough to tamper his pleasure. The beautiful sounds of Troy gagging and slurping and gurgling were being drowned out by voices, one of which grated his nerves even on the best of days. Jordan was right to try to get the arrogant dick to leave but he was refusing. Instead he was-

Dick saw the phone in Benny's hands and lost it. He didn't care if the man was already assuring him that he would crop him out. There was no fucking way he was letting a man like Benny record this. There was no stopping Benny from capturing the full scene and trying to blackmail him with it later.

Pulling out of Troy's mouth, he stormed over to Benny and first snatched the phone from his hand and threw it to the ground, bringing his boot down on the expensive device and crushing it. "You should have fucking left when you had the chance." He growled and grabbed the front of Benny's shirt in one hand and brought his other hand up in a brutal uppercut.

The anger and fury from the cop happened so quickly that Benny barely had time to register his phone being smashed before he was knocked out cold and sprawled across the cold pavement. Panting and looking down at the man, Dick had to take a moment to decide what to do with the man and quickly before he regained consciousness. He knew that, unlike movies where the baddy would be knocked unconscious for hours after a blow like that, it would only be a matter of minutes before Benny regained consciousness.

He picked up the unconscious man and carried him over to the pickup, tossing him up into the bed. Climbing up after him, he opened the tool box heavily secured to the bed and pulled out some zip ties. He quickly and easily used the ties to bind Benny in a hog tie and was just cramming an old rag into the man's mouth when he started to regain consciousness. Not pausing, Dick used duct tape to wrap around the man's mouth and jaw, continuing to wrap the silver material up and up until the man's entire head was covered in the thick fibrous tape.

As Benny came to the man started to struggle, a little at first but as the tape encompassed not only his mouth but his nose, he began to thrash and buck like his life depended on it - like it very well might. Struggling with the man that was flopping around like a fish out of water, Dick cut at the impromptu face mask, cutting a hole for the man to breathe through his nose, not really caring that in the struggle he cut into the cartilage of his nose. The man might drown on his own blood but Dick really didn't care right now. No one would miss Benny.

Taking two deep breathes to steady himself, he hopped back out of the bed of the truck and picked up the smashed phone. He picked pieces apart and found the sim card, snapping it in two. Then finally, to ensure there was no recovering anything from the device, he dropped the pieces on the ground, poured the remaining contents of Troy's flask over them and dropped a match onto the pile.

Satisfied, he walked back over to where Jordan and Jessie were still holding Troy.

All this and Dick's cock was still hanging out of his pants, swollen and hard. "Now, anyone else want to ruin my fun with needless bitching or dumbass ideas?" He asked.

"No sir!" Both Jordan and Jessie replied in unison. From their angle they hadn't been able to see the duct tape mask he'd given Benny but they had heard the distinctive sound of duct tape. Besides, they had been on the receiving end of Dick's red rage before.

"Good. Now get him up on the truck, I'm ready to fuck him." He said, motioning to Troy. The twins were quick to obey, hoisting their captive up onto his stomach on the truck.

Walking over to Troy and trusting that the four hands of his men would keep him still, he kicked the man's legs apart, making him spread them wider. "It is a shame that Benny had to go and interrupt like that. All that moisture you worked up on my cock is gone now." He said, pressing the tip of his large cock to Troy's tight, puckered hole.

"Tell you what, if you ask me very, very nicely, I'll use some lube instead. What do you say?" Oh, he hoped that Troy would refuse. He hoped the man would spit and curse and fight, give him the excuse to get rough again. But all three men had just witnessed Dick unleash his anger on a man that was trying to help him. What would he do to someone directly opposing him? Well, he would still make the offer. It was up to Troy whether he would go down swinging or like a little bitch.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Terror.

Mind-numbing, stomach-churning, bile-inducing terror.

That's all there was left to feel at this point as Randy Andy's ass was literally torn apart, and there was nothing, absolutely nothing he could do to stop the muscular monster, with the freakishly large cock, from mounting him rough and raw until the red began to flow. And flow it did, all over his ridiculously expensive, one-of-a-kind coat that had been strategically laid out beneath his vulnerable anus like some disposable, handyman's tarp.

Obscene.

Fucking obscene.

And wasteful too.

This entire situation was vulgar, almost to the point of absurdity, and mostly because he was a man who knew what he liked and exactly how he liked it. Was that truly a crime? Was that really worthy of such reckless retribution? Those whom he had harmed had been paid handsomely and it certainly hadn't stopped a single one of them from coming back for more!

Well. Okay. There was that one blonde who needed to be hospitalized for several weeks, but Randolph had covered all of the boy's reconstructive bills, and then some. It wasn't like he had left him to die.

Oh. Bloody. Hell.

Is that their goal here? To finish me off?

It was the only outcome that made any sense, because if they allowed him to live, their own lives would be forfeit. Null and void. Game over. And he would take great pleasure in finishing them off, too, with his own hands, that is, if they left him with either one still attached to his sore, outstretched arms.

Coming to this realization as the two twisted lovers casually made out while he bled out, Randy's panic-stricken mind scrambled to come up with a plan; however, by the time he was able to put two and two together, another vicious round of oral and anal assault was thrust upon him!

Groaning as both of his orifices were repeatedly violated - one by silicone, one by flesh and bone - Randolph's need for a plan of survival suddenly became more immediate as he could feel his insides once again become undone down below, just as his throat began to seize up - ironically so - around the smallest piece in the room!

Whomever first said "it's not what you've got, but how you use it," must've somehow knew Adam Lockhart would come along to wholeheartedly support such a typically laughable notion, because while the boy's cock was far from worthy of its own replica, he certainly knew how to drill the thing home like a fucking pro! Even slicked up in what little spit Randy had left within his gaping maw of a mouth, the average sized cock managed to hit every angle just right or, in the case of the bound man, horribly wrong. Initially gagging on the stiff stick, he was soon violently choking on it...

Until he wasn't.

So clogged up with cock - and even a little bit of ball - and so worked up over what was happening to his ass, yet again, Randy lost his ability to breath, which meant that the end was near, oh, so very near; however, before fading to black - perhaps for one last time? - his raw, constricted throat was flooded with another man's - a fuckin' whore's! - creamy, thick - ridiculously thick - seminal fluid! It came in waves, no, squirts, sharp, throat-blasting squirts that only worked to clog the passage even more than it already was!

This.

This is how Randolph Anderson Whitmore the Fourth dies.

As a filthy whore's cum dump.

How? How was this even happening? And why? Why the fuck was the one and only Troy Lockhart being violently and publicly persecuted, in the heart of Chicago, by four men who seemed to be taking great pleasure in destroying and defiling him any way that they could?! Did he have a reputation for being a pretentious prick? Yes, yes he did. But only Dick would've known him well enough to have an actual chip on his shoulder. Why the hell were these goons playing along? Weren't they aware that all of this, every last second of what was happening here to him, was, without a doubt, illegal.

The lawyer knew his rights and he knew exactly what they could and most certainly would be charged with once this absurd situation came to its brutal conclusion. Aggravated assault, aiding and abetting, harassment, indecent exposure, robbery, sexual assault, and vandalism all came to mind. Then there were the specific crimes, such as police brutality for the pig and prostitution for the twins. Could he add racketeering to the list? How about conspiracy? Perhaps, but those would be a bit harder to prove, especially when it came to linking Randolph and Benny's crew to the crimes. Regardless, by the time he was done with all of them, they would be locked away for years, if not decades, many, many...

FUCK!

And just like that, rape - oral rape, to be exact - was being added to the top of the list!

The threat had been there all along, ever since Dick had released his massive prick from his leather pants, but Troy had hoped - no, prayed - that it would simply remain a threat and not become a reality, but just like that, just like everything else that had happened to the lawyer so far, his privacy and his rights and his personal well-being were all tossed to the ground and stomped upon, nearly as violently as his throat - his fuckin' throat! - was currently being abused!

Bound as he was, in a kneeling position, with three able-bodied men essentially pinning him in place, gripped hair and all, Troy had absolutely no other choice but to take whatever abuse and humiliation Dick wanted to dish out. And dish he did, in the form of one obscenely long cock that was already weeping pre as it was slid over Troy's forcibly parted lips. Inch by grotesque inch, the fleshy slab was slid inside the lawyer's moist mouth until nearly half of it was lying heavy upon his flexing tongue. Coughing around the twitching mass, while making the sickest of sloppy noises, Troy could feel that hot bile building yet again as his insides roiled and churned.

Being face fucked, by a dildo, behind closed doors, was one thing. Being face fucked, by an actual cock - the cock of a crooked cop whom he loathed, nonetheless - was something else altogether, and for it to be happening here, right here, out in the open, where anyone, quite possibly anyone, could pass on by, only made it that more deeply mortifying and utterly degrading, which, Troy could only assume, was Dick's plan all along. Ruining a man's personal belongings was easy - at least for thugs like this - and ruining a man's body was apparently an effortless act as well, but ruining a man's reputation took some skill and a bit more energy, which Dick apparently had in spades!

And he wasn't the only one.

As Troy's virginal throat was being opened up, more and more with each purposeful thrust, he could feel the back of his neck being battered, along with the sides of his face. There were a multitude of weeping cocks being thrust upon him now and it didn't take long for more than one of them to explode!

Initially hearing his own moans and groans, layered against the grunts of those assaulting him - not to mention that sickening, wet thwapping sound his mouth and throat were making in tandem - Troy suddenly felt like his head had been submerged in a pool of warm water, yet, it wasn't exactly water, it was jizz, and it wasn't so much a pool that had consumed his whole head, but more so dueling, repetitive blasts that were aimed directly at his...

His ears?!

Who the fuck cums in another guy's ears and, more importantly...

WHY?!

There, yet again, was that ever-present, underlying, relentlessly annoying question: Why? Why was any of this happening to him and what could he do to stop them? He was only one man against...

Fuuuuuck!

Having lost his ability to clearly hear, right along with his ability to speak, Troy's sense of taste and smell were still functioning just fine, which, if had had any say in the matter, he would've gladly given one or both of those senses up as well, for yet again, one of the filthy freaks was spewing their golden flow all over the place, but namely, all over the back of his twenty-five thousand dollar coat, which was systematically being reduced to rubbish. Gagging from the fresh scent, Troy wasn't sure he could stand much more of this abuse. He was fairly certain that his stomach was going to give out at some point, especially since it had threatened to release itself twice now.

It would serve these fuckers right if I puked all over them! he then thought, even though he had already been warned not to. Well fuck that and them! he inwardly shouted, right before...

His throat was generously liberated from the pig's thick, tonsil-pummeling pecker!

Gasping for air, Troy found himself mostly gagging on the build up of thick phlegm that had formed in his mouth and throat, just as Dick went storming off and out of view. Not really caring where he went or why, the lawyer was just thankful that he had gone in the first place, although, that left him with Dweedle Dumb and Dweedle Dumber, which meant...

Here we go again.


Taking full advantage of Dick's sudden departure, as only as pair of delinquents could, Jessie and Jordan proceeded to hold Troy firmly in place so that they could each have a go at his gaping mouth. It was so nice and wet looking, all slopped up with bubbling spit, so it seemed like such a waste not to shove at least one, if not both of their dirty cocks inside of the unwilling orifice! Sure they had both already released themselves, in more ways than one, but that didn't mean that they couldn't enjoy a bit of sloppy skull fucking while they waited for their ringleader to return. It was such a thrill to be able to use a guy like this, right out in the open, that both guys found it fairly easy to regrow their rock solid erections in under a minute flat.

"Fuck, bro, have you ever thought about whorin' yourself out on a regular basis? You'd make a killin' with your smolderin' good looks," Jessie teased now as he shoved his uncut dick between Troy's wet lips.

"Personally, I'd love to set the stud up as a permanent fixture here, so that we could continue to use him like the human waste bucket that he truly is," Jordan joked now as he waited his turn, "but it seems like Dick has his own agenda, which we're gonna have to respect."

"Ha! Yeah," Jessie blurted now as the sounds of Benny being beaten filled the night air. "We gotta 'respect his authoritah!'" he mocked now, doing a pretty good impression of a certain big-boned, South Parkster.

"Oh, fuuuck, is he mad," Jordan winced now, as he glanced over at Dick, only to quickly avert his eyes. "I actually feel kinda sorry for you stud," he then whispered to Troy as he continued to rub his piss dripping cock all over the back of his neck. "Not gonna have much of a chance to cool himself down before he rapes that pretty ass of yours."

"Don't ya mean ruins it more?" Jessie interjected, just as he was pulling out.

"Yeah. Sure. Whatever," Jordan spat back, with a bit of disappointment in his voice, as the red hot officer returned, cutting their playtime short.

Doing as they were instructed, the twins easily lifted Troy to his feet and then proceeded to pin him, pecs down and ass up, to the hood of Dick's truck. Wanting this next level of assault to go off without a hitch, Jessie held the bucking boytoy with both hands as Jordan worked to ensure that the officer had a clear view of the man's already reddened ass. This required him to tug the man's torn pants open, just a little bit more, before shoving his sliced up briefs beneath his heavy ball sac. Tempted to fondle the luscious-looking, plump orbs that were now on full display, the twin instead focused on keeping the now squirming stud's full-length coat out of the...

"Fuck. You."

Oh boy. This is not going to end well, Jordon told himself, with a nervous glance aimed at his twin, upon hearing the gorgeous guy's venomous response to Dick's final question. Not well at all.

But it's gonna be a blast to watch! he then quickly changed his tune as the officer went in for the kill.

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

After Adam shot his load down Randy's throat, he thrust a few more times to ride out his orgasm then finally pulled out. "How does it taste, you randy bitch?" Adam teased, smiling a bit too much at his own - very lame - joke. "Randy?" He asked when the man didn't respond.

Was he dead? Adam felt like he should be worried but somehow he was completely calm. "Babe, he's not responding." Adam said casually.

The expensive chair creaked in protest as the burly body builder stood up and walked over. He pressed one of his sausage sized fingers on Randy's carotid artery and took a long drag on the Cuban in his mouth. As he exhaled through his noise, he pulled the cigar away from his mouth and then said, "He's alive. Just unconscious."

Somehow, even though Adam was unconcerned, that came as a relief. That meant they could play with him longer. Although as he looked down at the man, he frowned a little. "The one I really wanted to fuck with was Troy. Dick said he would bring him back but he's not here yet. I have a feeling he decided to destroy him before bringing him here."

Rivera eyes his boyfriend and nodded. "Do you know where Dick is?"

Adam shrugged. "Last I heard he pulled Troy over somewhere near the hotel."

With a grin, Rivera nodded. "That's how you find him then."

"I don't follow."

"Hack into the police records, see where Officer Dickerson called in the pull over. He's still on the clock, right?"

As Adam realized Rivera was right, he nodded. He knew he could hack into the police records, he had done it before. Aside from being a prostitute, Adam was skilled with computers. More than once Dick had him hack in to erase his dash cam footage or spoof his GPS. No one monitored them live and they were generally only pulled if an investigation required it so as long as Dick was quick and had Adam hack in, there was never any evidence against him.

"Laptop in the supply closet?" Adam asked, referring to the closet that River had been situated in while he was watching the security feed.

"Yeah. Once you find Dick I'll come with you but I have some unfinished business with Randy first."

"Unfinished business? He's unconscious."

"I know. What supplies do you have at the hotel?"

"The usual..." Adam pointed at the black case.

"Forceps? A medical gag?"

"Uh, yeah. Probably. Randy is a kinky bastard so Dick usually packs a wide variety of shit."

"Cool. You go find Dick. You won't want to see what I'm about to do anyway."

Adam looked at his lover wearily and then sighed and shrugged. "I'm gonna turn off the cameras then deactivate the dead zone so I can text you when I have the information."

---

With Randy unconscious and the soft-stomached Adam out of the room, Rivera found it easier to do what he wanted to Randy. Using a medical gag, he propped the man's mouth open and used forceps to fish his tongue out. He heated his personal knife with the torch lighter until the blade was red hot and cut through the organ, cutting it clean off and cauterizing the incision at the same time to prevent him drowning on his own blood.

Then he used some smelling salts to wake the man. "Have a nice nap?" He taunted as he took a long drag on the cigar. When he exhaled, it was directly into Randy's face. "What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" As he asked this question, he held up the tongue still clamped tightly with the pair of forceps.

Sadistically, he ran the disconnected organ over Randy's own dick, which was still hard only because the cock ring had never been removed. "It's every man's dream to be able to lick their own cock. How does it feel?"

He tossed the forceps onto the bed beside the man. "Now you won't be able to tell anyone who it was that did all this to you." He explained and looked at the man's hands. "Course, I guess you could write or type..." He said as though the thought were only just occurring to him. "Well... So long as you can see what you're doing..." He held up a bottle of bleach. This he had snagged from the locked cleaning cabinet.

Pouring just a single capful of the cleaning agent, he held the cap in one hand then used the other hand to pry open one of Randy's eyes, pouring half the solution in before doing the same to the other eye.

---

Punching Benny, then manhandling him and tying him up had blown off a fair amount of Dick's anger, or rather it had turned the flaming heat of his anger into smoldering coals. Which was honestly a more dangerous anger. He knew all too well that his flaming hot anger is what usually made him do things he regretted - like in this case rushing his fun just to hurt his victim - but the smoldering anger allowed him to think through his actions before making them.

Fuck. You. Two simple words.

"Was that really necessary? All I asked for was a bit of groveling." Dick chortled then turned to look at Jordan. "Check Benny's truck, see if you can find me some rope or cord."

"Yes sir." Jordan said and the man quickly ran over to the truck and began to search it.

"Have you ever heard of elastration, Troy?" He asked casually before reaching down and wrapping his hand around the plump balls his assistant was just fantasizing about fondling.

"It's a form of castration commonly used on farm animals like sheep or goats. Rubber bands smaller than a dime when fully relaxed are stretched wide with a special device. Then the animals scrotum and testicles are slipped through the rubber band and released from the device, allowing the rubber band to tighten immensely, cutting off circulation. It can take weeks for the testes to atrophy and fall off..."

All the while he was speaking, his grip on the large balls was tightening. "I wonder how long it would take for a human..." He gave a firm tug on the balls and his other hand pulled a zip tie from his pocket. "I don't have one of those fancy tools, all I have is a zip tie, so we'll see what happens." Before wrapping the plastic device around the man's ball, he looked over his shoulder and called, "How we doing with that rope, boy?"

Jordan looked back and held up a roll of hemp twine. "Will this do, sir?"

"That will be acceptable. Bring it here." When Jordan returned, Dick took the hemp from him and released Troy's balls. He tied one end of the hemp around the zip tie then reached down again and firmly grasped the balls, pulling them away from the man's body. His second hand wrapped the zip tie around the base of the massive balls then fed the end through itself and pulled it tight. He gave a few firm tugs to ensure the thing was as tight as he could make it.

Pulling out his knife again, he cut the hemp, giving it about three feet. He then held out the end of the hemp he just cut to Jordan and gave a small nod as if to say 'Hold this for me'. Jordan more than happily took it, giving a couple firm tugs just to watch Troy squirm.

Dick reached down and undid the clasp on the holster that held his night stick to his belt, pulling the hard device out and holding it by the handle while he ran the end of it up and down Troy's back. "I was just going to fuck you, but now I'm going to make sure this is the most unpleasant experience for you." Like it wasn't already with everything they had already done to him.

Reaching around, he forced Troy's mouth open yet again and shoved the handle of the nightstick in. Partially because the handle looked the most like a cock, but mostly so that he could do this. He tied some hemp around one end of the nightstick, wrapped it around the back of Troy's head and tied it around the other end as well, effectively making an impromptu gag that would stay inside of Troy's mouth no matter how much he struggled. He held out his hand to Jordan without looking at the man and Jordan quickly handed him back the hemp tied to Troy's balls. Dick looped the end around the hemp securing the nightstick and pulled the rope tight, forcing Troy to arch his back as he head and balls were pulled on with equal force. Then he tied it off, forcing him to remain in this position.

"Now, who is going to fuck whom?" Dick taunted, strumming the taut hemp like a cord on a musical instrument. "I'm going to play you like a damn fiddle before I'm done with you." Taking a half step back, he glanced at Jessie. "I want you down on your knees sucking on the faggot's cock. I need to know if the zip tie is tight enough." He didn't explain himself but the twins understood anyway. If the zip tie was tight enough to cut off circulation, then when Troy had an orgasm, he would be unable to actually ejaculate because all his semen would be trapped in his balls.

Once Jessie was in position, Dick brought the end of his cock to the virginal rear entrance and pressed against it. The hemp rope now lay between his cheeks but Dick didn't mind, it simply meant that as he was fucking the man, his balls would be yanked unmercifully. He began to press inside, somehow now thankful that Benny had interrupted his blow job. It would be so much more satisfying to empty his seed inside this tight sphincter.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Typically, the smelling salts should've snapped Randolph right out of whatever air-reduced slumber he was experiencing, but, instead, he came to slowly, a bit too slowly, which meant that his tortured body was more than likely on the verge of giving out for good. There was only so much abuse a bound up individual could take before enough was enough. He, of all people, would certainly know about such things. With both his torn nips and ruined anus still freely bleeding out, it wouldn't be long before...

Suddenly coughing as a cloud of smoke enveloped his head, the half-dazed man was now far more awake as he began to realize something was more than amiss inside of his mouth. Feeling nothing but a blunt numbness, as if his tongue had been shot with an ejection of novocaine, like during oral surgery, he would suddenly feel a raw burning sensation in both of his eyes as he began to weep openly, against his will, upon being shown his severed tongue!

NOOOOOOOO! his mind wailed, as he thrashed about on the bed, making a series of horrifying gagging sounds, as he yanked against his restraints like a literal crazy person, until he actually managed to crack the well-made headboard.

How had this even happened and why?! Why the fuck had these monsters done this to him and where the hell was Adam? Why had he been left alone with this grinning lunatic? They should've just let him die! There was truly no good reason left for him to live!

Oh. Fuck. No.

Feeling his stomach churn hot as he watched the sadistic animal use his own tongue upon his still throbbing member, there was this bizarre sensation that occurred inside his mouth. He could actually feel his tongue running along the stiff, pre-oozing shaft, could somehow taste the ripe, slick skin as it licked the throbbing member from end to end! And his cock actually twitched, fucking twitched, and leaked more pre, as if he, no, it enjoyed the sinister touch of the dismembered, pink wedge! But...but how?! That was impossible! All of this was impossible and insane! Fucking insane!

Clearly this was all just a fevered hallucination or, well, he had actually lost his mind at some point, but the tongue looked real, and his lack of one seemed fucking real, too, regardless of what he had just felt and tasted, and his nips were still burning and bleeding, as his anus continued to come undone, only being held in place because of the dildo, his dildo, that was shoved deep inside.

More tears.

More hot, burning tears then came, along with words that didn't make any sense to his pulse-flooded ears. Then the tears became even hotter, scolding hot, and far more copious, and it was then that he realized that his lids were being pried apart, one at a time, so that something acidic could be poured inside them! There was no other explanation! Why else were his eyeballs on fire and why else was he having such a hard time focusing on anything, including the beast that loomed before him?!

He was being blinded, fucking blinded, and the last thing he was going to see was the sickeningly smug face of some grotesque goon whom he hardly even knew, but to make matters worse - as if that were even possible at this point - it was what the colossus whispered, right before he left the room, that turned Randy's insides stone cold.

"Don Lockhart manda i suoi saluti."

Up until tonight, anger wasn't exactly an emotion that Troy knew all that well. He wasn't really the sort of guy to get mad, he was more the type to simply get even. As far as the lawyer was concerned, getting mad typically meant you had to care about something enough to get worked up over it. To put it plainly or, in his cold-hearted case, bluntly, there wasn't much on this planet - beyond himself, his reputation, and his wealth - that he gave two shits about. Therefore, on this particular evening, seeing that all three of those things were being repeatedly and viciously assaulted, Troy was not only brimming over with anger, but red-in-the-face outrage!

Able to express himself a bit more freely, since his mouth was finally made available to him, Troy spat and cursed and threatened the four men, sounding more like a foul-mouthed sailor on leave than an eloquent orator of the courts. His derogatory remark towards Dick was only the beginning. Before long he was cursing out the twins and even bound-up Benny, telling them to not only go to hell, but to rot there. He even went as far as to toss their own queer slurs right back at them, since they were, after all, publicly sodomizing a man.

But then, just as before, his ability to speak was rudely snatched away from him as the surprisingly thick - not to mention, phallically shaped - handle of Dick's club was shoved deep inside his mouth! Granted, what came right before this little maneuver, was enough to dampen his mood and even quiet his raging voice more than a little.

Having his balls fondled by the officer was certainly off-putting, especially since the smooth orbs only knew his own touch and that of whatever woman he was currently bedding. Never before had they been touched by another man, not even during his yearly check-up, since he insisted on having a female physician. Being groped by Dick made him feel sick, yet again. Being told that his nuts would be tied off, like some common farm animal, certainly didn't help the situation. So, by the time the zip tie was tugged into place, he was once again feeling as if he were going to vomit.

For fuck's sake, Dick wasn't really going to castrate him, was he?

WELL WAS HE?!

Back in panic mode now, Troy wouldn't get the chance to actually ask such a dire question, since it was bit and bridle time for this particular stallion.

Gagging on the solid, wooden nob of the officer's stick, Troy would soon find himself making an awkward sucking sound around the shaft as his bound balls were connected to the tied-off tool! Every move he made with his head caused a sharp tug down below. One wrong move and, well, he didn't want to think about what could happen next. The singular image that flashed in his mind's eye was all he needed to stiffen his thick neck and tighten his arched back as best he could.

Naturally, the ante was upped, quite severely, the moment Dick instructed a twin to arouse his cock...

With his fucking mouth!

For the second time tonight, Troy's dick would end up in another man's mouth. Was this time going to be worse than the last? Only in the fact that it was happening in public. Being sucked on by his own flesh and blood certainly ranked higher than an unwashed whore. Mentally preparing himself just the same for such an ordeal, mostly because he had no idea how his now tensed up body would react, it was the final blow that came in the form of Dick's massive prick that nearly brought him to his knees!

Of course he was still going to fuck him! Why on earth had Troy forgotten about that bit of madness? Why? Well, because he was doing everything in his power to forget about that looming threat until it was literally poking him at his ludicrously clenched pucker. If he didn't think about it, didn't acknowledge it, it wasn't going to happen. Right?

Wrong.

Feeling the fat head as it pressed against his unwilling orifice, Troy was certain that any attempt made would fail, regardless of the fact that the asshole was able to open him up earlier with his fingers. No, this...this was quite different. It...it was too damn thick and...and long. Wasn't it? He could feel it fighting, even bending a bit as it tried to break through the muscular ring; however, as with everything that had happened so far, Dick and, more specifically, Dick's dick got its way in the end.

Pressing and grunting, as well as fidgeting and even fighting, the officer's massive cock managed to work its way inside, just as Troy's own cock - now freed from his formal slacks and ruined briefs - was gobbled up, in one gulp, from tip to base! Impressive acts in their own rights, it was the lawyer's ability to remain focused on controlling the abuse to his balls, that should've won some sort of prize. As the warm confines of his anal cavity became stuffed with pig meat and his own thickening cock took a deep dive down the eager whore's throat, he somehow managed to shift and move his bound body in time with each thrust and suck, so that his beautiful balls, while still firmly snagged, weren't swiftly reduced to some sort of obscene, rearview mirror trinket.

Gasping for air around his gag, Troy continued to focus on what mattered the most to him. He...he couldn't let it get to him that...that he was being brutally raped, and...and he couldn't let it bother him in the least that...that he was growing fully erect inside of some nasty whore's throat. He had to...to stay the course...and focus...on keeping his sizable scrotum...right where it belonged, which was between his...

OH, FUCK NOOOOO!

Feeling the sharp pain inside his sac, as his testicles fought to release but failed, Troy was fairly certain that something had gone horribly wrong; however, it was the sudden rush of something warm, deep within the walls of his ass that worried him even more so!

Had...had Dick gone too far? Had he tore something open? Was...was he now bleeding from within?

No.

It was worse than that.

Far worse.

Dick had just dumped his copious load, deep inside Troy's quivering ass.

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

The newest crime outfit in Chicago had been a lot longer than anyone would give them credit. The Lockhart family just had a different kind of hold on the city. One that was run so smoothly and in such deep shadow discovered. Troy and Adam would have been third generation - had their father bothered to tell them of their family involvement in the outfit. It had more to do with his soft-hearted wife than anything. She - bless her soul - had wanted her son to grow up to be a respectable young man before being brought into the life of crime. Then Troy went and became a highly influential lawyer and his father decided to leave him be. It was always his oldest son that he turned to for legal advice and to help him out of jams, but he never brought the man into the folds of organized crime.

His second born, however, was just a disgrace. A manwhore. Born to a whore when he failed to used birth control but taken in out of the kindness of his heart, he had turned out just like his mother.

Yet, despite that, the young man was still his blood and Lockharts took care of their own. So, after he was tossed aside, Lockhart Senior had kept tabs on his second born. He had gone so far as to hire him a bodyguard, without the kid knowing of course. Oscar Redford Rivera got himself hired on as muscle for Dick's prostitution ring and kept an eye on the younger Lockhart, which soon became more as he developed feelings for the bastard.

The treatment Randy had received tonight by their hands was long overdue. The first time he had reported to Mr. Lockhart the sort of treatment Adam suffered under his hands, the older man had wanted to bring Randy down. Though they had held off. Instead Don Lockhart had been gathering evidence of the man's wrong doings for years. He had been about to make a move on the asshole so when this opportunity fell into his lap, Rivera couldn't resist.

Earlier in the evening Rivera had excused himself from the room to make a phone call. He had told Adam he was having someone bring out his tattoo kit but really he was calling Don Lockhart and the man had given him instructions to make sure Randy survived but was unable to identify them. Rivera didn't bother to tell the Don about what was happening to his eldest son. Oh, Rivera's loyalty still remained with the Lockharts, but they had shifted drastically towards the younger, illegitimate offspring. He knew for a fact that the Don would favor his own oldest, legitimate son and would be very angry with Rivera's choice to side with Adam. So it was vital that the man never find out.

When Troy was ultimately found, the man would probably leave out his own brother's involvement in his humiliation, not wanting incest rumors to be thrown around. In fact, whatever Dick did to him, Troy would most likely try to keep all of it hush hush for the sake of his reputation. It wouldn't be long before rumors and jokes floated about a lawyer that was ass-raped. Who would want someone like that to represent them? And with Randy unable to point the finger at any of them... Well Tomorrow morning things would return to a relatively normal status.

Which meant that tonight Rivera would just enjoy the ride.

"You don't wanna see him." Rivera said as he stepped out of the bedroom, taking up the entire doorframe to prevent Adam from going back in and seeing what he did to Randy.

Adam crossed his arms over his chest. "What did you do to him?"

All Rivera did was give a half smile and slip a piece of gum into his mouth and slowly start chewing it. "He's still alive. That's all you need to know."

There was a moment of tense silence then both men left the room, snagging the hotel room key on the way out.

---

The noises coming from Troy's gagged mouth were like music to Dick's ears. He moaned and groaned as he fucked the tight asshole harder and faster. The tight sphincter gripped his length so hard it was almost painful. Then the tight muscles clenched down on him as the man's body attempted to orgasm.

"Fuuuuck." Dick moaned in pleasure as he released his own hot load deep inside the man's ass. Thrusting a few more times to ride out the orgasm, he then came to a stop and lifted his head, letting out a deep, low breath and closing his eyes.

The sound of gravel crunching under a tire brought him back to the present and he looked up in time to see a black SUV with tinted windows pull up beside them, positioning just right to block what they were doing from the main road.

Pulling himself out of the tight asshole, he wiped his cock on the man's already soiled clothes before tucking himself away. Even before the door opened he had an idea who was about to get out but even so, when Adam got out of the passenger door closest to him, Dick let out a low growl and walked over to the smaller prostitute, looming over him. "The fuck are you doing here? Where is the client?"

The client being Randy, of course.

Not baulking from the taller man, Adam looked up at him, smiling around the stick of his sucker. "Don't worry. I took care of him. Now I want a piece of my brother."

"What makes you think you deserve a piece of him?" Dick asked, holding himself tall and looking down, trying to intimidate the younger man with his burlier build even if he only had two inches on the prostitute.

Adam was thankful he had taken the time to put his suit back on before coming here. He just smiled more and watched from the corner of his eyes as Rivera came around the car. At the sensation of a large, looming from behind him, Dick turned around and found himself looking up at the monstrous six-seven body builder. Rivera looked down at Dick, slowing popping all his knuckles on his left hand and then his right. Not saying a word.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Dick asked, hiding his moment of fear and standing tall to look up at the muscle bound man. "You work for me."

"Not so much." It wasn't Rivera that spoke but Adam. "Well, technically, yes. You pay him, but his loyalties are not with you. We both want a piece of my brother."

Dick looked between the prostitute and the hired muscle then started to shake his head. "No. No fucking way am I letting him anywhere near my prize." He said, pointing at Rivera. "He would destroy him."

To this, Adam and Rivera exchanged a look, both smile. "That's exactly what happened to Randy. Now you're going to let us join in with my brother, or this..." Adam opened up the laptop and played the recorded video. It was dashcam footage of what Dick had done to Troy. "Will be emailed directly to the DA's office, your captain... the news outlets..." His sharp blue eyes watched in amusement as Dick watched the video and actually paled a little at the idea.

There was a tense moment as Dick fully processed what was happening but then he snatched the laptop from Adam and threw it onto the ground, stomping on it. Then he stepped forward and pushed the whore against the SUV. "Don't come in here trying to blackmail me, boy!" He snarled.

Massive hands wrapped around Dick's throat, pulling him off of Adam and slamming him against the SUV, knocking the wind out of him. The six-seven brute loomed over him as Adam fixed his suit with a smug expression on his face. "I've been letting you push me around for far too long, Dick. It's over. You think that laptop was the only place I kept the video? No. In fact, all the videos you've ever had me erase are all stored on my computer at home. I have enough evidence on you and most my clients to do some real hurt to a lot of people."

"You- You've been planning this?" Dick asked in astonishment. "What is this, a coup?"

Taking a step closer, Adam could only smile. "Damn straight. Now, unless you want to join Troy on the hood, I suggest you drop the fucking attitude."

Another moment of tense silence while Dick just glared at Adam but he didn't say anything so Adam nodded to Rivera and the man released him. Rivera for his part had a grin on his face. He was enjoying watching this. Adam finally stood up for himself and he had no idea how much he sounded like his father right about now. This was the man that could take over from the Don.

Walking over to the police truck, Adam's gaze looked over the twins and his brother. The twins for their part had been watching with great interest and now their eyes were on Dick, curious what the man would do with this clear shift in power. For now Dick stood by the SUV, still trying to process it himself.

Reaching down, Adam grasped Troy's bound balls and squeezed them tightly. "Hello, dear brother." Leaning down, he ran his tongue along the older man's cheek, from chin to ear. Like he had done at the hotel. Though as he reached his ear he spoke again. "You're mine now, bitch."

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Bound, gagged, and freshly fucked as he was, bent over the hood of Dick's SUV, with his reddened, cum-leaking ass and zip-tied, jizz-boiling balls on full display, smelling like a public urinal, with the bitter taste of excrement still lingering in his mouth and wads of cooling sperm still lodged in his ears, Troy was seriously on the verge of having a complete and utter meltdown of epic proportions!

The pig and his posse of street urchins had managed to knock the affluent, seemingly untouchable lawyer firmly from his golden pedestal in less time than it had taken him to pick out which cologne to wear, earlier on in the day. To make matters worse, he wouldn't even be able to speed himself away from this madness - if and when they finally decided they were done sodomizing him - seeing that his limited-edition Porsche had been systematically chopped up and whisked off, in pieces, to some black market auction, more than likely being held in a dimly-lit warehouse down on the docks. As far as he could recall, he still had his cell tucked away in his now sweat-splattered dinner jacket, but any call made for a rental would be in vain, since his cash and credit card had both been swiped as well, right along with his license.

Troy really was royally fucked, in more ways than one, but he honestly couldn't see this getting any worse, short of Dick actually severing his nuts, like some crude, barnyard beast; however, given the nature of the nauseating night so far, it actually came as no surprise to him that his worthless, piece-of-shit sibling would not only find his way to the scene of the crime, but come bearing the news that it would be he and his hulking henchman who would be calling the rest of the shots.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

How was it that such an embarrassing excuse for a human being suddenly held all of the cards? The filthy little freak actually had it in him to play a long game, to patiently plot and plan a hostile takeover that now had an officer of the law rethinking his own position of power in the blink of an eye? The pig, while a total asshole, was the law for fuck's sake! Yet there he was practically quaking in his knee-high, leather boots with an unmistakable look of dread on his face. Granted, he had just been tossed around like a ragdoll by Adam's surly, well-suited guard dog, but still, didn't he have the pull of the police force at his disposal? How about his own gaggle of goons? Surely Frick and Frack had his back.

Didn't they?

However, a single glance at either twin was all it would take to recognize the signs of a swiftly developing mutiny. The wheels of opportunity had already spun behind their beady little eyes, so that by the time Adam had moved into place behind Troy - who was trying his hardest to ignore the handsy punk, even as he groped and licked him - they had silently decided which team they were on. Stick with Dick, and they would more than likely find themselves battered and broken beyond repair, left for dead in the nearest alleyway. But if they threw their weight behind this clever kid and his colossus, they would certainly stand a much better chance of walking away winners, unlike the lawyer and, now, the officer of the law.

"What's wrong, Dick?" the one who had been sucking Troy off now asked as he slowly approached the shaken man who still had his back up against the side of the SUV. "How's it feel to suddenly be one of the lower men on the totem pole? I mean, you're not quite as fucked as pretty boy is," he continued to inform the officer as he now stood before him with his hands flexing into fists, "but I'm sure Jordan and I can catch ya up or, should that be, take ya down, like, a peg or two. What ya say, bro?"

"Oh, yeah," the other twin was quick to chime in as he pushed off of the front of the vehicle so that he could join his brother, letting go of Troy's sullied coat as he did. "A 'peg' or two is exactly what I had in mind," he then stated, before a wicked smirk consumed his freshly licked lips, as he began to stroke his still exposed cock, getting it good and hard. "Deep down his fuckin' throat!" he then barked, after Jessie sucker punched the cop, which immediately brought him to his knees. "Two at a time!"

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

Everything had shifted in his favor so quickly that even Adam was a little shocked. To be completely honest, he had expected that to be more difficult. Some sort of resistance from either Dick or his minions. But the twins had swiftly changed sides and were already getting to work on Dick. Well, he couldn't really blame them. They had been Dick's boys once upon a time but they had offended the pig somehow and been tossed out on their pretty little asses. While they were living the streets, however, it was Adam that had provided them with morsels - tipping them off to wealthy clients in the area that didn't want to pay Dick's steep prices but would probably pay out for the twins. Things like that.

Standing there, he continued to grope his brother's balls for a few moments while he watched the twins as they began pawing at Dick's clothing. He hadn't told them to do that, but they probably still held a grudge against the asshole. Adam met Dick's eyes then allowed his gaze to flick to one twin and back to Dick. For a tense moment he might have seemed as though he were about to call off the twins - after all Dick had dropped the attitude and hadn't that been part of Adam's threat to the man?

Though after a moment he just winked at Dick. "Have fun, boys." He called out to the twins. No restrictions.

His hand tightened on Troy's balls and his eyes took in the hemp twine that connected the zip tie to the night stick shoved in the man's mouth. Creative. "You haven't even said hello to me yet, dear brother. What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" He teased as his hand released the balls from his grip and instead wrapped around the hemp and gave a tug, simultaneously yanking on his balls and his mouth.

That was the second time he had called Troy 'dead brother' in as many minutes. He needed to think of something more original.

"Talk to me. What was it that Dick planned to do with you?" Adam asked, knowing full well that his brother couldn't answer if he wanted to. "Was he planning on letting you go when he was done so that you could zoom away in your pretty little car and act like nothing happened, hmm?"

At these words, Rivera stepped closer and nudged Adam. "Sir." He said and Adam stiffened, thinking for a split second that somehow Dick had stolen free from the twins and had joined them. Dick was the only person Adam had ever heard Rivera call 'Sir'. But no. This time the phrase was directed at himself. That was... It felt good. Directing his attention to his large boyfriend, his eyes lit up with excitement and he smiled. There was a glint of amusement in Rivera's eyes as well even if his face remained passive. How the fuck did this man manage to excite such excitement in Adam then act like nothing was different?

"Yes?" He finally asked, though his cock throbbed inside of his pants, imagination running wild and practically feeling his boyfriend stroking him with his eyes.

"I believe that was his car." Rivera pointed to the framework of a car that was now propped up with cinder blocks. Every piece that could be removed had been removed, including the exterior green paneling.

No wonder Adam hadn't realized before now that this used to be Troy's car. It was unrecognizable. "Oh my, my, my." He said in a soft voice then whistled. Leaning back down to give his attention to Troy once more, he ran a hand through his hair, almost tenderly. "Don't worry, I have no intention to dismantle you the way Dick's boys dismantled your car. No. I want you intact when I'm done. No permanent, long lasting injury. Do you want to know why? Because I have no intention of releasing you. Oh, I'll let you go, but even when you return to your pretty little life, you'll still be my bitch. You'll return to me when I call, you'll represent me in court, you'll even fetch me my coffee when I tell you to."

The way Adam said it, there was no hesitation in his voice. He truly believed for whatever reason that when he was done, his older brother would willingly serve him. It was his self-assured confidence that few had ever seen.

Turning, Adam focused his attention on his boyfriend again. "Would you be a doll and fetch the key to these cuffs?" He asked, motioning to the cuffs securing Troy's hands behind his back. He didn't want to set his brother free, just change his position and his arms were in the way.

The corner is Rivera's lip upturned in a half grin and he popped a bubble with his gum before pulling out a handcuff key from his pocket. The movement excited Adam and he smiled in return, taking a step forward and taking it. He wanted to kiss Rivera so fucking bad right now. Though when he got closer his brute of a boyfriend leaned down to whisper into his ear. "Shouldn't let them know about us. Don't need to give them ammunition."

Rivera was right. Of course. Either Troy or Dick would use their relationship against them if they learned about it. He nodded and took the hand cuff key, stepping away without a word. As much as he wanted to plaster a serious face on, that just wasn't him. Instead he was smiling wide as he returned to his brother. "Ok, Troy-boy, I'm going to release your hands now. You're not going to try anything stupid, now are you?" He asked, dangling the handcuff key.

He unlocked the cuffs one at a time but then his hand wrapped around the twine connecting the man's balls to his gag, fully expecting Troy to try something.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

While pawing the well-built pig through his leathers brought about a certain amount of pleasure, undoing him so that he was exposed from collarbone to recently spent boner sounded like a much better idea. So, without much hesitation on their part and only a single, silent glance shared, the twins got to work doing exactly that as they took turns molesting the man's mouth so that he couldn't protest or, well, couldn't protest in any sort of coherent way, right after they yanked him back up to his booted feet and slammed him against the SUV.

"What's that mumbles? You want us to do what? Fuckin' stop?" one twin remarked to the other, through a big shit grin, after he had a go at the man's mouth. "Oh. No. I think he wants us to fuck him up!" the other replied, with a wicked grin of his own, as he groped his groin, after ramming his tongue down his throat. "The fuckin' queer is still hard!" he made sure to announce loud enough for all to hear. "I think he's really into this sort of abuse!"

With a firm hand holding the man in place on each side, using his own vehicle for support from behind, Jessie ran his free hand along the front of the officer's leather jacket, popping snaps and undoing zippers along the way, until his regulation shirt was exposed. Once clearly in view, he took that same grubby hand and ran it roughly down the middle of the muscle-hugging dress shirt so that the snaps came undone, from end to end, in quick succession. Soon enough, Dick's heaving, hairy pecs and gym-toned abs were on full display, but the exposure didn't stop there. No, with nimble fingers, the whore swiftly undid his utility belt and the buttons below so he could not only work the skin-tight leathers open, but push them down along his strong thighs. A few seconds more and his shorts were roughly shoved down too, which caused his massive, throbbing cock to spring out over fat balls.

"Jesus. Your parents really did name you well, Dick," the twin remarked before playfully slapping the still engorged, porn-sized prick.

As for Jordon, his mouth and tongue, and even his teeth, were being put to go use, mashing, molesting, and nibbling away on the man's lips and tongue as only a professional whore knew how. Enjoying the taste, but also the feel of the resisting officer, as he tried to push off and away, the twin came down so hard on his lower lip he not only split it open, but he immediately drew blood. Drawing back just far enough to look at his handiwork, he muttered, "Awww. Did that hurt?" The previously enraged man did look rather wounded now. "How about we switch things up a bit?" he then offered, before crashing his hungry mouth against the side of the officer's exposed neck, fully intending to leave more than a few well-defined hickeys, which would certainly be a challenge to explain away to the boys down at the station.

And as the twins continued to toy with their newest plaything, a plaything that they had wanted to take full advantage of for years, wanted to use and abuse as they had been - and possibly even more so - Troy was suddenly reminded that he had two fully-functioning arms of his own as the blood came rushing back into each upon having his metal-marked wrists finally freed!

Tempted to push off of the hood, to even come out swinging, he actually remained right where he was since his little bitch of a brother had enough sense to grab ahold of the twine that still connected his balls to the baton in his mouth. Could he try to yank the thing out, taking away such an advantage? Sure, he probably could've tried such a daring move, but he was well aware that he was still sorely outnumbered, especially with the likes of My Giant looming nearby. The guy was alarmingly large, and that was saying a lot coming from someone who typically stood at six foot five himself, you know, when he wasn't bent over with his cum-leaking, muscle butt in the air.

Fuck. How had it come to this and, more importantly, what was yet to come?

Troy had a sinking feeling that this night was long from being over - which was absolutely absurd given everything that had already occurred - but with Adam in the driver's seat now and Goliath as his co-pilot - not to mention the terrible twins who were currently having the time of their life tormenting their former pimp - the second act certainly had the potential to be even worse than the first.