Showing off the latest version of Whoromakafagadine. This is from the latest shipment that the police station just received. Known colloquially as “The Whoremaker,” when shoved up a man’s butt and followed by a deep seeding, it makes that man’s body develop a desperate need for fresh cum.
Of course, it can’t change the man’s orientation. That’s impossible, as many conversion therapists know and would admit if they were to ever tell the truth.
It also has no effect whatsoever on women.
Still, this latest version has many improvements over earlier trials. First, the size and shape has become more physiologically compatible. During an obligatory strip search in an interrogation room (naturally outfitted with all sorts of hidden cameras and one way mirrors), a man, already embarrassed about being stripped and having fingers probe his ass, won’t even notice something has been shoved up his bum. Thus, any reactions the man feels seem like they must be real and natural to him.
Second, once inserted up a man’s rectum, it only takes fifteen minutes for enough to be absorbed that the man is considered “cum ready.” The mans rectum will start to exude a type of lubricant, “getting wet,” and the man’s anal sphincter will open willingly to pressure. Oh sure, with his legs spread wide and “handcuffed” to the table legs, he’ll still beg not to be dicked as he feels his cherry about to be popped. He’ll still plead that he’s straight, shout out that he’s not a fag, and cry when he knows he’s about to be bred like a bitch and thus be a faggot cum dump from then on.
“No, please! Take it out! I’m no fag!”
“Oh, sure you are. Look how easy my cock slid inside you! You must really love cop dick. Bet you can’t wait for me to shoot all my little police sperm up your bum. Bet you speed on the freeway just so the highway patrol will pull you over and fuck your ass.”
“No! I swear! Oh shit! Pull out!”
“Here it comes boy! You’re about to get millions of cop sperm, all wearing their own little police badges, deep up your butt!”
“Noooooooo! Oh fuck. Unnh. Unnnh. Unnh?”
The difference is, thanks to The Whoremaker, waves of intense pleasure will go through the man in time with every spurt of cum injected in him. Thus, it’s far more fun for the cops to give the Whoremaker to a straight guy, as the fucking process won’t entice him, and he’ll become so confused about the pleasure from each cum load. And later, it’s more fun knowing that it’s a straight guy doing everything in his power to get someone to shoot their bare cock off inside him.
Meanwhile, while he’s still confused and bent over the table, that’s when the cops’ll make him swallow his first cop cock. He usually won’t even register he’s being a cocksucker for the first few minutes. Still, it’s in the cops best interest to make sure a spider gag is used the first time, for safety purposes. The gag reflex also becomes severely reduced. Eventually, the man will still try to avoid sucking that first cop pud as he’s called a fucking faggot until, with a firm hand on his head (and hands handcuffed behind his back), he’s made to swallow his first load of fresh churned cop cum.
“Fuck! I’ve never seen someone take to cop cock like this. What a fuckin’ faggot he is! He must really want to suck off policemen!”
“Nnggh! Gukkkk. Gukkk. Gukkk.”
“That’s the way, boi. Try to get all the way down. Get your nose in those police pubes. Show the man in charge you want to swallow his cum like the faggot you are.”
“NNNGGh! Guckkk! Gucckk. Gukkk.”
“That’s one hard cock! Looks like it's getting close! See how that policeman’s balls are all plump and tight? That’s your sign, faggot. Show the nice cop how much more of a real man he is compared to you. Bet you fuckin’ love drinking cop spooge, don’t you? Now, swallow it all!”
“Nggh! Guck! Glug. Glug. Glug. >Suck< >swallow< >swallow<”
The man’s body had learned to release waves of pleasure upon feeling another man’s cum, it also worked if the man swallows it. As the pleasure wave hits, the man, no matter how reluctant or virginal a cocksucker, will now do everything in his power to not spill a drop.
Without a word being spoken, when the cop lifts his leg and puts his shiny black boot on the table, the man will even drop his head down to lick off the two drops of semen that he’d missed, falling as they did from the first forceful spurt of jizz that slipped out out of the man’s no-longer-virginal mouth. That’s the cop’s final confirmation of a successfully made whore.
You’ll notice they constantly refer to “cop cock” or “police spooge.” They’ve found the constant references to men in authority helps train the man to seek out cops to get his cum fix, rather than hitting the neighborhood gloryholes. Particularly the straights, who are unlikely to know of a cum source, taking cop dick will seem to be the only way for them to achieve that intense pleasure.
A third improvement is the drug’s longevity. As long as the first load of cum hits the anal lining that has absorbed The Whoremaker within the first hour, the effects will last a month before wearing off. By that time, many men become so used to taking bare cock in both ends that they continue to do so out of habit.
The fourth improvement is greater strength, to go with greater endurance. The drug thickens the anal walls, while at the same time making them more sensitive. This means that the man’s ass can take any number of men without damage, yet still feel every inch of cock working its way inside. It is not uncommon for men to be taking over 20 cocks a day by day 5.
Which leads to the fifth improvement, which is greater addictability. By law, they have to release suspects within 48 hours, so they do. However, by the third day, the man who received The Whoremaker goes through massive withdrawals if so much as a day that goes by without a couple loads of cum placed internally. They almost always come back to the station, a desperate, horny, confused look on their faces.
When someone comes back irate, demanding “justice,” belligerent, saying they’ll sue or some such - they’ll simply be locked in a cell by themselves for 24 hours and not touched. Oh, no, there’s no pain, hallucinations, or anything unpleasant. It’s not that kind of drug. No, the drug simply ups the hormones. By the end of the next day, it’s like having been edged for two days after spending 6 months in chastity. Whether they be studly football players, the neighborhood bully, or just a really cute college stud, they’ll be actually begging to be fucked or to suck cock by the end of a chaste day. Desperately. It only takes a single day before the most uptight, conservative, asshole of a homophobe straight prick is readily agreeing to waive all rights and star in gay kink porn movies as long as a cop will fuck them, now!
And any thoughts of revenge magically disappear, just like a cock down their throat!
And after a week, withdrawal starts if the man has less than 10 cum loads a day. It’s amazing just how nice and courteous they become, (or with some cops, more arrogant, so that they get a punishment fuck.)
Often, if it’s been a hectic day at the station and no one could spare the time to fuck their pet Whore, the police will just jerk off into a glass so that the man can greedily drink down the needed cum. Always recorded, since it’s always fun watching the straight men go “Oh god no! That’s so gross. It’s so slimy,” all the while they bring it closer and closer to their mouth, a disgusted look on their face. They look like they’re about to cry as they can’t help themselves but bring the glass to their lips and slowly drink the contents down. The quantity of cum all at once sets off a domino of pleasure, and even gets the straightest of them to sport a hard-on in response to the pleasure waves, jerking themselves off as hard as they can by the time the glass if half gone. “No, please, no more…” yet they continue, obviously voluntarily, until finishing it off, often cumming into the glass themselves at the end, then greedily licking the glass clean. The dvd “Gokkun Fags” brought in enough money to keep all the patrolmen in bulletproof cup jocks for many a year.
It’s easy enough to tell if the man they’re using The Whoremaker on was straight or gay. If the man is gay, his cock will now get immediately hard as soon as he sees a cop’s cock. Any cop’s cock. The Whoremaker increases the odds of the gay man having a freehanded anal orgasm while he’s being used as much as by a factor of 10, particularly as the wave of pleasure hits after receiving a fresh injection of cum. The cops don’t really mind this. After all, having a man treat their cock and balls like they were the best out of everyone else’, and that their cum was pure ambrosia, would be an ego boost to any man. In fact, this very pill singlehandedly reduced police homophobia.
Besides, even after cumming, a gay man under The Whoremaker will just get hard again with the next cock. For kicks! they usually put a condom on the gay guy and make him swallow his own jism after. They’ll also put a note in his file, for the benefit of future cops, that he’s gay. From then on, after the drug’s out of his system, the gay man will usually find himself still being constantly pulled over by cops. He’ll have service the cop, often right through the window. Due to habit and memories, the gay guy won’t actually mind, as evidenced by the spreading pre-cum stain in his pants.
Of course, if the man is truly straight, he won’t get hard at all while being fucked or sucking cock, what with cocks not doing anything for him. He just wants, nay, needs, the payload - the cop’s spurt of cum. It’s only then his cock suddenly gets rock hard. Too late, though.
Oddly, though, while under the influence of The Whoremaker, a straight man will still get hard but be completely unable to orgasm around women. The police consider this a public service, as it is usually only then that those men realize what it takes to actually please the females they live with.
The straight man’s only chance at orgasm is to take cock, stroke himself and, if the timing’s right, he may be able to cum when the pleasure wave hits as the cop cum is shot inside him. Sadly, most straights can’t bring themselves to look like they’re enjoying being used. They plead not to be fucked or to suck, yet do nothing to stop it, only to beg the cop not to pull out when the cop cums. So it’s like a month of humiliation and abstinence for the straights, while staying perpetually horny. On film, it just looks like the straight man’s actually lying about not wanting cock - and as he so clearly enjoys the breeding part, it just makes him look like even more of a real faggot than the gay guys.
Bi’s, of course, fall somewhere in between. It was sometimes hard to tell the difference before and after when The Whoremaker was used - but the bi’s weren’t as automatically hard as gays, yet didn’t mind stroking themselves either. So, in order to get the right look of sadness, horniness, and desperation on the man’s face, the cops had to fall back on the use of a chastity device. Then, as The Whoremaker amped up the hormones and pleasure waves upon being seeded, the man would beg for cum, yet be unable to jerk himself off. This way, when they film him being fucked, it’s clear his locked-up junk is trying in vain to get hard as it flops back and forth in time with the thrusts. The locked, humiliated, often teary-eyed man is reduced to making desperate moans in rhythm to the fucking he’s receiving.
If the Whoremaker is used three months in a row, the effect is permanent. Those that receive “The Triple Whore” are usually the best looking men of them all, or the best fucks, or unusual cases, or they just fucking deserve it.
While the gay whores are appreciated for their enthusiasm and ego-boosting, if the police station’s gloryhole needs to be manned, they’ve found a straight convert is best for the Triple Whore treatment. The gay guys would otherwise cum themselves to exhaustion in a few hours, while the straights will hang in there all day; the pleasure waves are just long enough to be close to having an orgasm, but too far apart to let them typically achieve it, leaving them no choice but to voluntarily stay, satisfying one anonymous cock after another until after a full day’s worth of taking cock in both ends might allow them release. These straight Triple Whore studs are allowed to work weekends making gay porn, and get to even keep 90% of any net profit.
(Don’t worry. They do get paid minimum wage for their service at the glory hole. Naturally, if a straight Triple Whore male ever wants to have kids, it has to be by artificial insemination. But it gives all the men and the boyfriends of the women that work the free clinic a chance to fuck a good-looking man, all day, until the straight whore can finally deliver his “specimen.”)
Once, a new priest in town started making homophobic sermons. At least, he was one of the few that didn’t molest children. Still, he was asexual, so had no frame of reference to relate to anybody’s orientation. He was young, newly ordained, yet was incredibly handsome, nicely toned, the black hair and deep blue eyes working well with the black robes and white collar. When he walked, you could tell he liked going commando. More people started going to church to simply stare at his charismatic face. Still, his homophobia was causing unrest, protests outside gay stores, etc. So, being keepers of the peace, these two cops brought the priest down to the station for questions.
“Sorry, Father, everyone has to be strip searched.”
“Holy shhhhugar!” one cop said, upon seeing the handsome priest’s lightly hairy chest and legs, youthful bushy pits, six-pack abs, v-shaped body, and marked treasure trail. The two cops had to leave and jerk off, unwilling to force a priest. After 15 minutes and some discussion in another room as they ogled the priest’s body, they decided they’d simply coat an anal probe with one condom full of their cum. Meanwhile, they’d empty the other load in a glass of red wine so habitually guzzled by priests, telling him this wine had “more body.” Then they let the priest go, advising him he was sort of on probation and had to come back once a month for the next two months.
Long story short, by day 3 the homophobic sermons stopped. Any mention of gay sex gave him an immediate, painful boner, clearly visible in his priest frock. The priest, appalled at his seemingly spontaneous, unexpected, unwanted response to cock, confessed it all to the cops when he found himself returning to the station for some reason. He was ever so grateful to the cops when the cops explained the use and function of a chastity device, and how locking it on without him having the key would make sure he kept his vows “and do the Lord’s work.” He was so thankful, he got on his knees and personally thanked each cop in the station in the most intimate way he could and without a care in the world. He enjoyed it so much he couldn’t imagine how he ever thought of sex as sin.
3 months later, confessionals at his church had been segregated into men’s and women’s. (He had to bring in another priest to handle the women - he just kept falling asleep, otherwise. It didn’t matter to him if the other priest took to wearing headphones, listening to Steely Dan, as the women started rambling.) The men’s had lines at both ends, each line alternating and moving at a rate of one man every 5 to 10 minutes. The church had never had so many men come in to confession. Turns out, those on one side said their penance by standing up, the screen open at mouth level, putting their cock through “His Hole of Glory,”repeating the Our Father until their cocks shot into the unseen, but known to be handsome, priest’s mouth on the other side of the confessional wall. Those in the other line had to verbalized all their sexual thoughts until cumming in that always-tight, warm, priest butt. They then had to stay inserted and repeat three Hail Mary’s. Their cumming was the men’s sign that God had forgiven their sins.
At first, the priest thought censure by the other priests would happen. Instead, the studly priest had to set aside a specific day of the week to hear confessions from the other priests. They’d come from miles around to partake of this sacrament. He was even nominated to become a bishop after one such high leader gave his confession.
As he walked down the church aisle in his robes, if anyone heard the tinkling of the little padlock against the solid steel cock tube keeping the outrageously horny priest’s cock in check, they likely thought it was just his rosary beads.
After one confession, the priest delighting in the scent, sight, and flavor of a fiery red bush, the young man became appalled at what had happened. He happened to be captain of the local football team, and hated gays. So, after getting what would arguably be the best blowjob of his life, he started causing a scene right there in church. To his surprise, several men jumped him. One man in running shorts, dripping with sweat from his run when he decided to stop for a quick confession, went behind a pew to pull off his jock and use it as a gag. The other men nodded at the man. None of them wanted their wives to wise up, after all.
The same two cops in the above photo were the first to arrive on scene. They handcuffed the gagged man to take him away. In so doing, they noticed his tight, well-toned pale body, red hair, and sea green eyes. The slightest bit of light chest hair could be seen peaking up from the middle of the stud’s V-neck shirt. During the struggle to handcuff him, when parts of the athlete’s clothes rode up a little, they noticed a light dusting of red-gold hair on his freckled legs. A noticeable, but not excessive, treasure trail completed the picture. Not to mention a cute bubble butt. So, not a hairless twink, then.
As he was led to the police car, the gag was removed and returned to its owner, who came back out now happy and relaxed after having just given his confession. The man put the cleaner, but wetter, jock in his shorts pocket and continued his run at a leisurely pace.
Opening the car door, the cop on the left in the photo above said, “It’s been ages since we’ve had a handsome redhead at the station. We’ll see if the curtain matches the drapes during the strip search.”
“Faggots! You can’t fucking do that to me, man! I’m popular in this town! I’m the local football team’s captain!”
“Really?” the other chimed in. “I think you’re more likely to be a gay porn star, famous for being gang-banged and taking cock and cum up both ends by innumerable anonymous men, and for swallowing vast quantities of cum from Gokkun jars.”
That was such an odd thing to say that the well-built athlete was too shocked to speak. Just as well. Who knew these cops were prophetic?
Three months later, the local football team nominated the ginger as “The Bestest Team Captain Ever!” All he could say was Gluck Gluck Gluck as the coach’s juicy cock that was pumping in and out of his throat got ready to shoot as the signal for the team to start off another, 3-day, post-game gang bang.
Anyway, it turns out that this police station just hired a new rookie: dark haired, square jawed, cleft chinned, hairy chested, nicely toned arms, furry legs, deep tan lines. Arguably the best looking cop in the station. Likes wearing a stained cup jock beneath his uniform. At a recent cop pool party, he hung out in sandals and too-small Speedos, the kind made to stretch around and clearly outline a man’s cock and balls. The bulge also clearly pulled the swimsuit’s waistband down, exposing how his furry treasure trail blended into the top of his untrimmed pubes.
The cops feel he’s just a bit full of himself.
As can be seen in the photo, these good-looking cops have the solution to the rookie’s little attitude problem well in hand.
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