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 Gay Ex-con Gang Bang

   By billy69boy

   I was leaving the local adult book store, feeling pretty good after
getting an unbelievably intense blowjob from someone I didn't know and
never saw.  I had been coming here more and more, ever since that first
time when I finally let some anonymous voice talk me into putting my stiff
cock through the glory hole in the booth next to me.  I had always
hesitated before, because I didn't want to even think of the idea that I
might be gay.  I knew I wasn't gay: I loved chicks, girls, females,
women...anyway you wanted to say it.

   But I had to admit, there was something completely arousing about having
my cock sucked by a male that made my penis stand straight up at the
thought of it.  Finally, I justified it by convincing myself that I wasn't
gay as long as I wasn't the one giving the blow job.  So, that kind of
worked for me for a while.  I mean, just because I put things up my ass
sometimes when I was home alone didn't make me gay either, I reasoned.

   I thought about all this as I walked to my van, searching my pockets for
my keys, which I didn't find.  A quick glance through my side window
confirmed my worst fear: there they sat in a heap on my console.  Fuck!  I
must have left them there when I had brought out the bag of stuff I bought
earlier.  It was store policy that you couldn't bring your purchases back
into the booth area: you had to leave your bag with the cashier and then
ask him for it when you were leaving.  I didn't like to have to stick
around after watching the porn videos.  So I would just buy what I wanted
and take it out to my van, and then come back inside, pay for my tokens,
and slip past the curtain to the booths.

   So here I was in the earlier morning hours, stranded.  I tried all the
doors, and hoped for one of the windows to be open a crack, but no luck. 
In desperation, I picked up a piece of a brick that I found at the edge of
the parking lot, and figured I'd use it to break the small wing window so I
could get at my keys.  Just as I was about to try to smash the window, I
heard a voice from behind me:

   "Whoa, now, hang on a minute there!"

   I spun around to see an older guy, maybe in his forties, wearing
sunglasses and smiling at me kind of friendly like.

   "Lock yer keys in your truck did ya, young fella?" he asked.  I raised
my hands up and nodded in disgust.

   "Well, let's don't do nothin' crazy just yet, okay?  Lemme see if I can
give it a try first," he suggested.  I shrugged my shoulders: what did I
have to lose?  Just then, three more men sauntered up towards us.  One
black man and two more white guys: they all looked to be in their forties
or older, I could only guess, but they were all way older than me.

   "Watcha got there, Clyde, a little locksmith action?"

   "Yeah, Luther, looks like this boy done locked his keys inside this here
trucka his."

   With that, the three newcomers all surrounded me and eyed me up, while
Clyde went around to the passenger side window and went to work.  I was
more focused on his pals, and I wondered what their connection might be.  I
thought it was strange that all four of them wore sunglasses even though
the sun was still a few hours away from rising.

   "So, son, watcha doin' out so late tonight, " the one named Luther asked
me, "ain't you got school tomorrow?" The other two men laughed, but the
black guy reminded them that tomorrow was a Saturday, and they all laughed
again.

   "You own this van, young man?" asked the black guy.  I nodded.  It was
my dad's van originally, but he bought a new one and pretty much gave this
one to me.  But I didn't offer an explanation.

   "Now, Richard, don't you go getting' any ideas," the quiet man
admonished him.

   "I wasn't thinking anything, Duke, I was just curious, that's all,"
Richard replied.

   The next thing I knew, Clyde walked up to me with a huge grin on his
face and handed me my keys.  I was astonished.

   "What?  How?  Wow, that's incredible!  Where did you learn how to do
that?" I asked, trying to show my gratitude.

   "Oh, a little somethin' I learned inside," he answered vaguely.

   "Inside the locksmith school he went to, ain't that right, Clyde?"
Luther offered before I could ask any more about it.  Clyde just smiled and
nodded.

   "Well, thanks, Clyde, thanks a lot!" I said, genuinely grateful and
amazed by his expertise, "I guess I'll go then...nice meeting you guys!" As
I turned and opened my door, Luke reached past me and pushed it shut again.
A cold chill raced up my spine.  I turned back around, and all four men
were staring at me and wearing big smiles.

   "What?" I blurted out innocently.

   "I think what they are saying is perhaps you might owe Clyde a little
reward," explained Richard.

   "Well, I...I don't have much money..." I began.

   "No, not money, son," Richard said.  I was clueless, and I guess it
showed on my face.  Duke nodded towards the adult store:

   "What were you doing in there, sonny boy?" he asked rather
sarcastically, and they all kind of snickered.  I could feel my face turn
red.  I was beginning to understand where this was going.  I felt myself
start to tremble in panic.

   "In there?  Oh, well, I like to watch the videos," I explained as
innocently as possible.

   "Oh, you do, do you?" Clyde shot back.  More laughter.

   "We was just thinking that maybe you might want to, uh, satisfy Clyde
here for gittin' yer keys out fer ya," Luther explained.  Duke jumped in
next:
"Yeah, boy, Clyde here saved you a whole bunch of money: you know how
much car windows cost to git fixed these days?  Now, if you don't have no

money, ya gotta pay him some ways."

   "No, no, you got me all wrong: I'm not gay!" I told them, as if that
would be the end of it.  Instead they all laughed in unison.

   "Neither are we!" Duke shot back, and they all nodded in agreement. 
"Now how's about if you let us have a look inside your van, boy."

   "Go right ahead," I offered, thankful for the diversion, "help
yourselves!  It's nothing special, really." The front doors were already
unlocked, and I walked around and unlocked the back doors as well.  By the
time I swung the doors open, I could see Richard and Duke were already
climbing in the front.  Luther and Clyde stood next to me as they peered
into the back.

   "Well, looky here: a nice big mattress!" Luther announced, "Shall we all
climb aboard?"

   I could feel my knees weakening at the thought.

   "Look, guys, if it's all the same to you, I've really got to get going
now," I said rather unsteadily.

   "Now, not so fast, boy.  You still got to pay Clyde for helping you git
yer keys, now ain't ya?" Duke was nice enough to remind me, as he grabbed
his crotch for emphasis.  I felt my pale skin turn a shade whiter as I
struggled to come up with some way out of my predicament.

   "Look, I've never done anything like that before," I pleaded.

   "No problem," Richard chimed in with his perfect British accent, "we'll
give you pointers along the way!"

   "You mean you want me to do it with all of you watching?" I exclaimed
incredulously.  They all concurred.

   By now I was in serious freak out mode, which made me appear even more
vulnerable.  I was desperate:

   "Isn't there some other way I can repay Clyde?" By this point, all five
of us were in the van.  The four men huddled briefly for a quick
discussion, but I couldn't make out what they were saying.  Finally they
broke their huddle, and Richard acted the spokesman:

   "Okay we'll give you one other option: you can drive us to our..."

   "Campsite!" Luther chimed in and finished Richard's sentence.

   "Yes, to our campsite.  It's just down the road a piece; near the
Woodland Preserve." My eyes lit up with glee and relief.

   "Oh yes, I know right where the Preserve is!  Sure, I'll be happy to
drive you back there," I said, probably a little too excitedly.  We all
took our positions.  I drove, Luther was next to me and the other three men
sprawled out on the mattress in the back.

   It was about a 20 minute ride, and my elation gave way to weariness.  I
had time to think about my new situation, and I was feeling uneasy once
again.  Maybe some small talk would help:

   "So, how do you guys know each other?" I began.  At first, several
seconds of silence passed before Richard spoke up:

   "We work together!" Everyone agreed, as if they were relieved that
someone finally answered my question.

   "Oh yeah?  Where at?" I didn't care; really, I just wanted to keep
things light and cheery.  But my question was again met with an awkward
silence.

   "The state!  We work for the state!" Clyde offered, perhaps a little too
enthusiastically.  They all backed him up a bit too enthusiastically as
well.

   Now I was getting a little suspicious, so I thought I'd dig a little
deeper in an "innocent" sort of way:

   "Ah, the state, huh!  Well, what do you do for the state?"

   "Luther and me, we work in Beautification," Duke offered, "then Richard
here, he is in Sanitation, and Clyde teaches...classes and such...you know,
like locksmith classes and uh, self-defense stuff...that sort of thing."

   "Yeah, we all just graduated from Penn," Clyde announced proudly.  I was
a little confused:

   "Penn State?  Really?" They all laughed in unison.

   "No, the State Pen, boy, the State Pen," Duke corrected me.  I had to
make sure I was hearing them right:

   "You mean Pen as in Penitentiary??"

   "At's right, boy, now you got it," Luther piped up: "Me and Duke, we
walk along the highways picking up litter with the rest of the
Beautification Committee.  Richard keeps the toilets and sinks nice and
Sanitary, and Clyde here teaches people skills on how to live outside, like
lock picking...er I mean Lock Smithing; and he also holds classes on how to
fight, and things like at."

   I didn't even have time to respond, because Luther proudly held up my
bagful of adult purchases and waved it around for all to see:

   "Well, would you looky here?" It's the boy's Goody Bag!  Let's see what
he won!  Everyone became animated, mainly because the heat was off them and
back onto me.  Luther began taking each item out and commenting on them:

   "First we have a magazine, still wrapped in its original plastic wrap. I
don't read too good, but it looks like it says something like Real Men with
Real Boys." The peanut gallery in the back whooped and hollered in
amusement.

   "Next we got us a Video Tape that shows a pale white boy lyin' naked on
his back with a bunch of black guys standing over him with stiff cocks that
look to be a foot and a half long!" More shouts and gleeful reverie from
behind my seat.

   I was desperate to defend myself before they jumped to the wrong
conclusions.  See, I was just interesting in doing a little harmless
research, that's all.  I had just recently heard of the term "Twink" and I
found out it referred to younger men who were short in stature with slight
builds who usually had exceptionally pale skin and longish hair.  Well,
since I pretty much fit the description myself, it made me curious to find
more information on the subject.  But I didn't have time to explain myself,
because Luther was at it again, holding up a plastic package:

   "Well, well, well, a pretty little pink nightie, and pink panties to
match!" The roar of the crowd was deafening after that revelation.  But I
could explain, except for...

   "And last but not least!" declared Luther, almost shouting, and then
saying nothing as he slowly pulled out what I had thought might be another
interesting learning tool for when I was at home alone:

   "Now would ya just feast yer eyes on this here sombitch?"

   It was a fairly substantial lifelike dildo that just happened to be
black.  It was quite realistic looking, if rather above average in length
and girth.  One end was molded into a suction cup.  By now I was beyond
trying to explain my purchases amid all the excitement my items were
causing everyone.  I just shut my mouth and concentrated on my driving as I
tried to ignore their nasty comments.

   The next thing I knew, Richard sat up behind me and told me to slow down
at the blue sign with the tent on it, and then turn in and follow the sandy
road back into the woods.  It was little more than a narrow trail with two
ruts acting as the "road".  The dawn was just beginning to appear as I
drove farther and farther into the thick woods.  Finally Richard pointed
out a picnic table in a small clearing and he told me to pull up next to
it. There was barely enough room to walk around the van, but the clearing
extended back into the woods behind the picnic table.

   As soon as I turned off the engine, things got serious.  Clyde was the
first to speak:

   "If you still don't want to thank me with a blow job, we'll let you pay
us back in a different way," he offered.

   "No, Wait!" I protested.  "I thought me driving you here to
your...campsite was my way of paying you back.  Everyone laughed at once. I
had no idea I was such a good comedian.

   Duke explained: "Yeah, well that was before we...learnt so much about
you!" More laughter.

   "Ah, c'mon!  You don't think I...oh, you're not going to..." I was
interrupted by a plastic package hitting me in the face.

   "Put these on: you got thirty seconds," Luther commanded.  My heart
skipped a beat, and I felt weak and drained.  But I figured I was in enough
trouble without making things worse by fighting them.  I did what I was
told, dropping my shorts and t-shirt where I stood.  As I turned to face
the four sets of leering eyes, I was surprised to realize my cock was stiff
and straining against my pink panties.  The four of them were sitting
patiently on top of the table.  They mocked me, which didn't come as a
shock.  I figured they had their fun now, and they would tell me to go
home. I was wrong.

   I was surprised that the sun was already shedding some light on us, and
it made me feel even more exposed and humiliated than I was in the dark. 
Deftly and without warning, they worked swiftly and in unison to hold me
still, bind my hands behind my back with rope from my van, and push me down
until I was kneeling in the sand.  Clyde stood in front of me and unzipped
his fly.  His cock was not yet fully erect, but it still filled his
formidable hand.

   "I'm giving you a choice: either I'm gonna fuck your mouth and you'll
swallow my cum, or you can drink my piss.  Which is it?  And don't dilly
dally with me, boy."

   I had to think fast: if I agreed to suck his cock, it would kind of
prove to them that I really was gay.  But if I let him piss in my mouth...I
wasn't too sure what that would mean, but absent any decent choice either
way, I agreed to the latter.  The crowd seemed excited, strangely enough.

   "Open wide, then: you don't want to get your new outfit all piss stained
do you?" Clyde suggested as he pointed his cock at my face.  His stream
started right away, and with some power.

   "Keep swallowing, Twink boy, drink it all down!"

   I closed my eyes and gulped his vile, beer-tasting fluid as fast as I
could, trying to get it past my tongue and straight down my throat so as
not to have to taste it.  But there was no getting away from the unwelcome
warmth, which was pretty disgusting.  I could hear the group cheering me
on, but all I was trying to do was get it down without getting sick in the
process.  I was just trying to fulfill my commitment and go home.  Finally
he was drained, and the men cheered my effort.  They stood me up and
steadied me on my feet while someone added a blindfold to my outfit, and I
panicked immediately.

   "Hey, what's going on?  I thought you were going to let me go now!" I
protested.  No one even acknowledged me.  The blindfold must have made it
seem to them like I wasn't really there: they had no need to listen to me,
or to answer me back.  I might have made a bigger fuss if it wasn't for the
fact that I now felt a bunch of hands on my body: someone slipped theirs
under my negligee and started pinching my nipples, while more hands rubbed
my ass through my panties, and finally one of them discovered my erection.

   "Whoa!  This here little Twink sure seems happy to see us!" Laughter
ensued.  I was scared to death, anticipating the worst: who knew what my
fate might be?  Maybe torture...  or even death itself!  But I also felt
something else: some kind of tingling sensation...not tingles from fear,
but rather from arousal.  It got stronger as I felt my panties being
roughly pulled down to my ankles and off my feet.  I almost came when I
felt the cool morning breeze rush against my hot steamy entrance as someone
spread my ass cheeks as far as they would open.  A total frenzy ensued. 
Eight hands reached in wherever they could find something to grope.  I was
pushed back down on the sandy ground, only this time I was bent over while
on my knees.

   The first cock penetrated my mouth completely without finesse or style
of any kind.  Even I knew about presenting my cock to someone's mouth with
a bit of grace and decorum.  But all I got was a shaft pushing against the
back of my throat while my head was held steady by two hands tightly
gripping my thick orange-red hair.  I didn't dwell on it because I was
aware of a finger being roughly inserted into my rectum.  It was not going
in smoothly, and I felt it being yanked out, and then warm saliva dripping
on my opening, and then the finger going back in.  After a few deep
strokes, it no longer felt uncomfortable.

   As my attackers whooped it up, I was overwhelmed with everything that
was taking place.  I did my best to suck my very first cock, even as I felt
my ass being explored, smacked, spread and penetrated.  First rudely with
rough fingers, and finally by a stiff pecker: whose it was, I had no way of
knowing.

   "Ride that Twink's tight virgin ass, Luther!  Oh yeah!  Slam it home!"

   Okay, now I knew whose it was.  But I was too busy reacting to someone
else tugging on my hard-on and squeezing my balls.  Just then, whoever was
fucking my mouth gripped the sides of my face tighter and grunted as he
pumped my mouth full of his load.  I was taken by surprise, and choked on
the cum shooting down my throat.  I felt it gushing out of my nose, even as
I struggled to swallow as much as I could.  As he finished, he pulled out
and wiped his slick cock all over my face.

   I then tried to concentrate on the rough fucking I was receiving from
behind, but another stiff prick pushed into my mouth right away.  He pumped
my face even harder, determined to ram it past my tonsils and down my
throat.  I could only choke and gag on it, so he settled for just hammering
away until I could feel him tense up.  He pulled out just as his cock began
to spasm, and he jerked his hot jizz all over my face.  It didn't take long
before Luther filled my rectum with his generous offering, while somebody
else took his place without missing a beat.

   My own cock was throbbing, what with all the attention I was getting. 
But I didn't have time to think about my own cravings because my mouth got
yanked open and a semi-hard dick plunged inside.  The sharp taste shocked
me at first, and then I realized I was tasting my own ass juices on it. 
The owner of the cock guffawed at the sight of my face all scrunched up,
but after a few strokes I was able to tolerate the tanginess and I not only
made him hard again, but I also got him to blow another load into my mouth.
I was kind of proud of that.

   I guess I wasn't completely satisfying them, because I heard the rattle
of a belt buckle as someone was removing his belt, and the next thing I
knew a hot sting on my bare ass caused me to jump forward in surprise. 
Goaded on by his compatriots, he continued to beat my pearly white butt to
a deep crimson hue fifteen or twenty times until it was hot and throbbing.
At that point, I wasn't sure what else to expect: these thugs may have even
escaped from the penitentiary, for all I knew.  They could be murderers or
maybe they did time for sexual assault.  By now it was obvious to me that
none of them was above sexually assaulting.  But I began to fear for my
life.  Here I was out in the middle of the woods, wearing a pink nightie,
tied up and blindfolded.  If they ended up leaving me for dead, who would
possibly sympathize with me?

   I don't know why, but my erection remained stiff even as I scared myself
to death.  My attention was diverted when I heard a loud bang of something
against metal.  The crowd got enthusiastic, but I was temporarily left to
wonder what was going on.  But not for long:

   "Would ya looky there?  That thing stuck right to the side of the boy's
van!" Duke declared.

   "Drag him over to it!" I recognized Clyde's voice.  Two of them
manhandled me over towards the van.  They stood me up and untied my hands
and then they bent me over until my hands rested on the park bench seat. 
They told me to step back as they slid the table closer to my van.  And
that's when I felt it:

   Someone had a hold of the black dildo I had purchased, and he rubbed it
up and down my slimy ass crack.  So that was the loud thud I had heard. 
The suction cup on the end of the black dildo had been slammed onto the
side of the van, and now it was poised to enter my ass.  I felt my ass
cheeks being pried apart, and someone else pushed my hips back steadily
until I was impaled by the rubber toy.

   "Bend over, boy!  Yer gonna take this whole thing up yer ass, just like
you'd a done at home, ain't that right?" He sneered.  I was pretty sure it
was Clyde who did the talking, but by now, it really didn't matter.

   "Yeah, now yer really gonna pay me back fer gittin' yer keys out the
van!" So, I was right, it was Clyde.  "Now push back on that thing...back
and forth, and fuck yourself in front of us all!"

   I began to move slowly, trying to ease the thick girth into my rectum
without too much pain, but then:

   "WHACK!" "WHACK!" "WHACK!" The belt cut across the top of my ass cheeks,
which I never expected at all.

   "Faster, fag boy!  Fuck that big dildo faster and harder!" The crowd
murmured excitedly.  They seemed to enjoy the belt action.  I did my best
to obey, and I tried to take more of the shaft with each new thrust.

   "Let us see you jerk off that boy dick of yours while you're at it," a
calm voice ordered.  I knew right away it was Richard.  He'd been pretty
quiet throughout, although I know I took his thick meat somewhere along the
line.  Again, I did my best to accede to their wishes.  I figured it was my
only chance to get out of this nightmare alive.  I steadied myself with my
left hand while I took hold of my quivering cock in my right hand and began
pumping it.  It felt like it was made of steel, and it felt so good to
finally be able to relieve all my pent up excitement.  The more I stroked
it, the harder I worked to get that dildo further up my ass, much to the
delight of my audience.  I think they were trying to humiliate me by making
me perform for them, but truth be told their presence actually emboldened
me.  I really got into it, and I tried to put on my best show for them.

   I could hear the squishing sounds of hands pumping wet cocks as I
pictured them stroking themselves as they watched my performance.  By now I
had most of that black shaft disappearing up my ass as I continued to bring
myself to the height of orgasm.  The sound of deep breathing and the smell
of sex permeated the air around me as I let out my own triumphant cry and
spurted again and again onto the ground while still riding that dildo with
total abandon.  I heard simultaneous grunts and groans as they each dumped
their cum loads all over my ass and back.  Secretly, I was as proud as I
could be, knowing that this pack of goons had all gotten off watching me
bring myself to an intense climax.  They rewarded me by allowing me to
clean their cocks with my tongue, which was kind of thrilling to me as
well. I felt like a real cum dump.  Just like the ones I'd seen in videos.

   After a while longer, I slid off the black toy and stood up straight as
I awaited their next command.  I was met with silence.  I waited a little
longer, not knowing what was going on.  Finally, I realized I was no longer
bound, and I was able to remove the blindfold, which I did slowly and
tentatively.  It took me a few minutes to adjust my eyes to the morning
sunlight.  When I could finally focus, what I saw shocked me:

   I was alone.  I couldn't believe it at first.  I was afraid to move.  I
just kept standing there in one place.  I had been expecting sure death
after they had their way with me.  And now this?  It didn't make any sense.
I was confused and I couldn't figure it out.  Rather than being thrilled to
discover my freedom, I actually felt...abandoned...  left behind...alone...
Holy shit, yes!  I was alone!

   It finally hit me that I had better get moving.  I scurried around to
the driver's side, looked in and was delighted to see my keys sitting in a
heap in the console.  My hands shook as I struggled to find the right key
and somehow fit it into the ignition.  The engine came alive, and I wasted
no time backing up, turning, and hightailing it down the rutted path and
OUT OF THERE!

   I hit the main road and tore down that blacktop road towards home.  I
was so relieved; I whooped and hollered into the deep woods that surrounded
both sides of the road, barreling along as fast as I could reasonably
manage without losing control and crashing.  As I began to calm down, I
became aware of my new reality: I looked into the back of the van, and my
clothes were gone!  I never had a chance to put them back in after I
changed into my pink outfit; such was my combined state of excitement and
dread at the time.

   I also remembered that my black dildo was still swaying in the wind as
it remained attached to the side of the van.  I thought of getting home,
driving through my neighborhood, and parking in the driveway of my parent's
house in the middle of a sunny Saturday morning, wearing nothing but a pink
negligee with matching pink panties.  The next door neighbor's kids will
probably be playing out in the yard, while my parents will be enjoying a
late breakfast in the kitchen, wondering where I spent Friday night.

   I'd figure something out, I assured myself, as I sped up a bit more in
reaction to my new found distress.  What if my parents got worried, and
started calling around looking for me?  What am I going to tell them when I
get home?  And why didn't I bring my cell phone when I went out last night?
Oh, right, I left it charging in the living room at home.  Well, if they
call me they'll at least know I didn't have my phone with me.  But what am
I going to do about clothes, I thought, as I blew past a dark car parked
partially hidden on the side of the road.  Each new revelation caused me to
speed up even more, as my van kept pace with my racing mind.

   I was lost in thought when the telltale blue lights began to flash on
and off in my rear view mirror, followed by a quick "blurt" from the siren.
Holy Fuck!  I slowed down and looked for a safe pullover spot off the side
of the road.  Luckily, I saw a picnic table up ahead, and room for two
vehicles, and I drove in and stopped.  I was so screwed!  Little did I
know...

   After a couple agonizing minutes went by so slowly, I finally saw the
trooper's door open.  I felt so vulnerable sitting there wearing only two
patches of pink lace, but I had nothing else to cover up with.  In my
mirror, I could see the cop walking towards me, his Billy club at the
ready. He finally arrived at my open window.  My heart was pounding hard
and I could hardly catch my breath.

   He didn't quite know how to react when he saw what I was wearing.  His
mirrored sunglasses prevented me from drawing any conclusions, although his
mouth showed no emotion:

   "License, registration and insurance card, please," he said with a raspy
voice.  As I handed him my documents, I was surprised that he was rather
short and stocky for a state trooper, but who was I to judge?  I was more
focused on what I could tell him that might get me out of this jam.

   "Son, do you know why I stopped you?" he said sternly.  I shifted
uncomfortably in my seat, fully aware that he was taking in the whole scene
I was presenting.

   "Uh, I guess I was going pretty fast, officer," I offered.

   "PRETTY fast?  Boy, I clocked you going ninety five miles an hour down
this skinny two lane blacktop!"

   "Yes sir, well I was, uh, sort of running for my life, sir," I offered
lamely.  He cocked his head and just stared at me.

   "What the hell's that supposed to mean?" he demanded.  So I proceeded to
tell him what had happened, leaving out as many sexual details as I could.
The story sounded contrived and not believable, even to me.

   "So, you mean to tell me, you were assaulted by four ex-cons who made
you drive them to the woods, where they told you to change into girlie
things and then they had their way with you?"

   "Um, yes sir."

   "And then all of a sudden they vanished?  Into thin air?" He shook his
head.

   "It would appear to be the case, sir.  I think they went back to their
campsite, further into the woods," I offered.

   "Humph...so you didn't see no flying saucer come down and swoop 'em up?
And Scottie didn't beam them up either?" he said sarcastically, as he
tucked my papers into his belt and then he methodically slapped his black
nightstick into his other hand as he awaited my response.

   "N...No sir!"

   He just shook his head as he turned around and took my information back
to his unmarked cruiser.  The wait was excruciating.  It felt like hours,
but it was more like several tortuous minutes.  I despaired at the thought
of trying to explain all this to my parents.  Thankfully (so I thought) he
came walking up and handed me my paperwork.  He flashed his ticket book at
me menacingly.

   "I'm giving you a ticket for speeding over forty miles per hour above
the limit; another ticket for careless driving, and one for reckless
driving.  I could have written a few more if I wanted, like "indecent
exposure" and other violations.  If you go to court, you'll have to pay
some very heavy fines, and you'll lose your license for six months," he
explained.  By now, he was swinging his nightstick almost gleefully.

   I was shocked.  Could this ordeal get any worse?

   "Unless," he said slowly and cryptically, "unless you agree to doing
some community service instead."

   I was beside myself with a new found elation, shaking my head eagerly in
agreement.

   "Okay then, step out of the van, please," he ordered, almost pleasantly.
"Mind if I take a look around in there?" I was so happy to be offered a way
to avoid all that court hassle that I readily agreed.  It was only after he
got in that I remembered about the gay magazine and video.  Oh well, too
late!

   He reappeared with his face all scrunched up like he had just bit into a
lemon.  He was warily holding my adult purchases way out in front of him
with the tips of his fingers, like they were soiled diapers, or something.

   "Step around here with me," he ordered as he walked around to the other
side of the van, facing away from the road.  There he discovered my big
black dildo, still swaying as it stuck out from the side of the van. 
Grinning right at me, he flicked it with his hand and got it to swing to
and fro several times.  I gulped, fearing the worst.

   I was not disappointed.  In a flash, he dropped my things and his Billy
club onto the picnic table and he quickly produced his silver handcuffs as
he ordered me to turn around.  He cuffed my hands behind my back and pushed
me towards the table.

   "Get up there!  Knees on the seat!  And bend over!"

   He walked around behind me, lifted up my nightie, took hold of my
panties and ripped them right off.  He walked back around to the other
side, picked up his nightstick and then he stood behind me.  I could hear
him unzip his fly as he shoved his shiny black nightstick right up my
well-lubricated ass, and wasted no time giving me a proper fucking: hard
and rough.

   "This here's how we deal with queer sissy boys around these here parts.
Let the "community service" begin!"

   He laughed, and I was fucked.