#148
“Hey boy. C’mere! You seem to be very interested in us. We’ve watched you go by us five or six times. You made sure we saw you enter those bushes over there. We know men get blown in there. Hell we watched you on your knees to a number of guys this morning. This is a well-known cruise park. But we are not interested in quickie public sex. You wanna come back to our place?...
"You will do a lot more than blowing us. We are into fag worship, and you are very much his type. We just moved to town and need holes to use, and you are the kind of meat we are looking for. We play long and hard. My partner here doesn’t speak any English, so he doesn’t understand safe words. Besides your face will most likely be buried in his hairy ass crack. If you are interested get over there and kneel in front of him. That’s it. Now kiss his bare feet. You will be worshiping his feet back at our place. Good. Kiss the other one. Don’t start licking. There will be plenty of time for that. Now strip. He wants to inspect your cunt.
"No. No. Right here out in the open. Right now. Don’t worry about anybody else. Trust me no one is going to come by and say anything to us. Now get naked! We know those shorts come off with ease; we watched you strip for that black man in under two or three seconds. Atta boy. That’s a pretty pecker. If it was up to me, that thing would be locked up in one of those cages. But no, he won’t care if you are horny or not when he uses you. Now turn around, grab your ankles, and show him your cunt. Well we can see you’ve been loaded up. There’s some jiz leaking out.
"Well he wants you. Let’s go. No, I got your clothes. We don’t care; we want you to leave with us naked. Well, almost naked. You will we be wearing these handcuffs. We didn’t mention that we are police officers. Hands behind your back. That panicked look is priceless. There! Locked up. Start walking to the parking lot. Let that pretty little pecker and my partner’s firm grip of the back of your neck lead the way. We want everyone to see the faggot we snatched up here. See how they recognize what’s going on here and are scrambling away? That’s typical.
"That’s our car, at the end, the one with the trunk popping open. That trunk is big enough for you. Yes, that’s how we transport fags like you. He’ll help you in, and by help I mean shoving you in. Like this. Don’t fight him. He knows what he is doing. You do not want him pissed. Good. See! That was easy. Now let me take those cuffs off of you. You thirsty? He’s going get you something to drink. While he does, let me tell you what’s going on.
"First, we are cops, but from Bulgaria. Second, yes he doesn’t understand English at all. Third, he plans on using you whenever he wants and however he wants. He won’t care what you think. Begging for more or pleading for mercy would be pointless. Here he comes with a water bottle for ya. It’s full of his piss. You are expected to drink it all before you get to his place. He may not look it, but he’s happy to finally get a piece of meat to call his own. And more importantly for me, he won’t be asking to use one of my fags from my stable. My fags were complaining how fucking sadistic and twisted he is. Ok, let’s do this. I’m going to say good-bye here, as I probably won’t see you for a long time. And you won’t be seeing much of anything other than his ass squatting on your face in his basement. On the bright side, he does have one of the biggest cocks I have ever seen. So I hope you enjoy yourself, if you don’t, we don’t care. Keep your hands inside. Don’t want to slam the trunk down on your fingers.”
