******Trigger warning. This story involves non-consensual gay sex with a straight guy. This is entirely a work of fantasy fiction and does not portray any actual events.**†*****
Two cops led me to an interrogation room, a simple place with bad lighting and, oddly enough, a hospital bed. They undid my cuffs and motioned for me to sit on the bed, which I did.
I was still numb with shock. I couldn't believe this was happening! Then the cops snapped me back to attention.
"Well, you're in some deep shit buddy," one of them said.
"Real deep shit," the other agreed. "We've been monitoring your work computer, and suffice it to say, you've been looking at a LOT of porn on company time."
"Wait, is that illegal?" I asked.
"Illegal? No," one of the cops answered with an unsettling smile.
"Actually, it's pretty fucking hot," the other chimed in. "Which is why you're here."
"I don't understand...." I said, not sure if I should be relieved just yet. After all, they had arrested me at work in front of all my coworkers.
"So listen up," the other said. "Here's the deal. We've got access to all your search history. Nothing illegal there...yet. So, this can go one of two ways...
"You can resist us, refuse to do what we want, and we'll add a few spicy items to your search history, enough to put you in jail real fast for a long time.
"Or...you can do anything and everything we tell you to for the next couple of hours. We'll erase your search history, bring you back to work with a big cake and tell all your coworkers it was just a really funny birthday gag."
There it was. My way out. It really wasn't a choice at all. Either my life was ruined, or I could go along with whatever these two had in mind. What DID they have in mind?
Sex, obviously. There was no way. I shuddered at the thought of being with a guy, let alone two guys. There was no way. But it was either that...or jail. A ruined reputation, a ruined life.
"Okay," I said, barely above a whisper.
The two cops looked at each other, obviously stunned, then suddenly loudly high-fived each other and cheered.
"Well, that was fucking easy!"
"A little TOO easy," the other said, eyeing me in mock suspicion. "You sure you're not gay?"
Both of them laughed again, and for the first time i really began to size them up. One of the cops was black, really beefy, and wore an id badge that read Marcus. The other was a lean white dude with the name Troy on his badge.
"Okay, here's what's gonna happen" Marcus said. "First, you're gonna take this." He brought out a packet of bright, rainbow colored pills."
"What are those?" I asked nervously.
Troy snickered at Marcus. "These are gonna make things a lot easier on you."
"Blah, blah, blah" Marcus interrupted. "Look, they're gonna knock you out for a bit. And when you wake up, you'll be a whole new man."
Troy laughed again. "Yeah, they will."
"Long story short, they'll remove any gag reflex you might have and change your taste buds so that cum tastes like straight-up honey."
"Now lay down and take the pill," Troy said.
Everything was crazy. This whole thing was crazy. But I felt helpless to resist. Just take the pill, let them do their thing, and everything will go back to normal. That's all I wanted. Everything back to normal. I took the pill.
*************************
I woke up sometime later, woozy and disoriented. My body felt different, cold really. It was really breezy in here. Oh my god! My clothes were gone!
I was laying face down, butt naked on the hospital bed. There was a large opening for my junk to hang out. My arms and legs were loosely bound to the bed with straps.
"What the hell's going on!" I tried to yell, but my voice was funny, higher pitched....girly sounding.
Marcus and Troy strode into the room, both completely naked, shit-eaten grins on their faces, eager to begin.
Marcus had a huge black dick that swung as he walked. It seemed impossibly long. Troy's dick was shorter, but was thick as fuck. I grew colder as I watched them saunter on over to me, an icy dread welling up in my gut.
"Hey guys, let's talk about this..." I tried. I'm not GAY, I screamed in my head. And then they were adjusting the bed.
The bed raised up till my body was about waist high with my face positioned so I was looking down at Marcus' cock. He had come to stand at the head of the bed. Then, they continued to reposition the bed, arching my middle up and lowering the foot of the bed until the tips of my toes just barely touched the ground.
I ended up in a kind of stooped over position, but fully supported by the bed and straps. Troy was now standing at the foot of the bed, just behind me. I was seriously starting to panic, thinking about what they were about to do.
"Shhhh," Marcus said. Unknowingly, I had begun to whimper. "Daddy'll take care of you."
With that, he brought his already hard dick up to my face and began gently stroking my cheek with it. The thought of another man's dick on my face disgusted me, and I tried to draw away.
"No baby," Marcus said, and held my head with one large hand. "Right there," he said as he drug the tip of his black penis back and forth across my face. He was making circles, gradually honing in on my mouth.
There was no way I was gonna suck a dick. No way, no way at all. But Marcus began brushing my lips with his giant cock, sliding the tip of his member over and over my lips. Slowly, he began to buck his hips, trying to press himself into my mouth. I refused.
"Just the tip," he said. "Just the tip's all you gotta do for now."
Just the tip, I said in my mind. I could do that. Anything to get this over with. Anything to get back to work, back to normal.
I parted my lips ever so slightly and Marcus took advantage of the opening. He gently pushed the tip of his dick into my mouth. Just the tip. I had a man's dick in my mouth!
Marcus just left it there for what felt like minutes. I heard a camera SNAP, and there was a flash of light. Troy had taken a picture, that bastard!
I started to complain, and Marcus laughed, then began lowering the rest of his shaft into my mouth. Now I was really struggling. This wasn't what I agreed to! Just the tip! Just the tip!
But of course, it was too late. Marcus' dick was HUGE! He stopped pushing it in when it was about halfway in and just stood there again. I could feel his tip tickling the back of my throat, but strangely it wasn't causing me to gag at all. Apparently the pill had worked after all.
I laid there, uncomfortably, with his swollen meat just resting in my mouth. Then, he did something unexpected. Marcus reached down and plugged my nose.
All at once, I couldn't breathe. I began to struggle to draw a breath around his cock. I began gasping for air. To my surprise, Marcus was laughing.
Just when I thought I was going to pass out, Marcus released my nose. I breathed in as fast as I could through my nose, and he took advantage of my distracted state to push even more of his cock down my throat.
I was still gasping for air when he began to fuck my mouth. What the hell was happening?! I was facedown with a black dude's dick pumping in and out of my mouth!
Suddenly, he grabbed my ears and began to thrust harder, pulling my head down onto his cock.
"Balls deep baby, balls deep!" he urged me on while trying to slide more and more of his dick into my mouth.
My lips slid up and down on his massive dick as he forced his shaft in and out of my mouth. Desperate to ease the friction, I began licking and slobbering all over his meat, hoping he wouldn't take it as a sign that I was enjoying myself. He did.
"Oh yeah, baby" he groaned. "Taste that dick. Slobber all over it baby girl."
Baby GIRL?! Oh hell, no! I tried again to wrestle myself away from him, but Troy had repositioned himself behind me again, and was now holding my legs.
Suddenly, Troy grabbed my ass cheeks and begun rubbing the tip of his dick up against my ass hole.
I grunted and struggled, but he continued pressing his meat more insistently up my ass. Oh god, I was being used like a girl! Marcus was continuing to push his dick deeper and deeper down my throat, and now Troy was about to fuck my ass like a pussy.
"Mmmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmmphhhhh!"
I tried to resist, but I was about to be spit-roasted and there was nowhere for me to go.
Troy was now actively pushing his dick inside of me and I was panicking greatly, but something about it was also starting to drive me wild.
He was too big though! There was no way he was going to fit. At first, he gyrated his hips around, probing with his dick, trying to get in deeper.
I grunted as his dick pressed up against what felt like a dead end in my ass. I groaned as he dug in deeper.
Troy decided to try a different approach. He pulled his dick back, then charged forward, battering-ram style to my asshole.
I choked and spluttered on Marcus' meat, much to his delight. Troy had gained entrance to my asshole at last, and he began vigorously fucking me.
Oh god! It was starting to feel good! I felt like a dog, trapped between the two of them. It was an intensely dirty feeling, an animal feeling, and it was making me sweat with excitement.
What the hell was this?! I'm not gay, I swore to myself. I'm not gay!
Marcus pulled my head down the rest of the way onto his cock now. My nose buried in his groin.
"Shit man, turn him over" he groaned. "I'm bottomed out."
Troy pulled his dick from my ass hole and it felt like a black hole sucking out my insides. Marcus slid his entire length from my throat and finally my mouth was free. I gasped for air, barely noticing as they undid my restraints and flipped me over so I was laying on my back.
No sooner was I there when Marcus slipped his entire black dick back down my throat. His huge, sweaty balls draped my face, clogging my nose. He began violently fucking my mouth now, massaging his balls on the rest of my face.
I could taste the first strains of his cum now, and OH GOD! It did taste like honey! Before I knew it, I was slurping at his meat, sucking on his shaft as if it were a straw. I ran down my tongue up and down his pole, trying to coax more cum out. Marcus began moaning and grunting with excitement.
Troy was not about to be left out. He hoisted both my legs up in the air and pressed the full length of his shaft into my ass pussy.
"OH GOD!!!" I tried to yell around Marcus' dick. Troy didn't give a fuck. He went in balls deep and began slamming his meat in and out of my ass.
Between the two men, I was floundering around on the bed like a fish flailing for air. I raised my arms, slipped them around Marcus to brace myself, and inadvertent grabbed his ass cheeks, pulling him even deeper down my throat.
"Yeah baby girl!" he yelled, and collapsed on top of me, plowing all the way into my mouth, his black cock and balls sealing off any chance I had for air.
He began humping my throat, and I could tell he was about to explode. Troy was just as close. He had wrapped one arm around my legs and was jerking me off with his free hand.
Suddenly, time seemed to stand still. Marcus, Troy, and I all groaned loudly, almost in unison. Suddenly, Marcus' dick was shooting ungodly amounts of honey-flavored cum down my throat. Troy's dick exploded cum up my ass like a world war II fighter pilot blasting an enemy plane with machine gun fire. And my own dick went off too, though not nearly as impressively as the two cops' had done.
Marcus finished, pulling most of his shaft from my mouth so my tongue could focus it's attention on his tip where most of the cum still was. I lapped it up hungrily, though at this point I could care less what it tasted like. The son of a bitch had turned me into a cum-slut.
After several minutes, Marcus removed himself from my mouth, only for Troy to take his place.
"No way," I protested. "You had that up my ass."
"Do me a favor," Troy said. "Shut the fuck up."
Before I could respond, he was straddling my face, pressing his meat to my mouth, between my lips, and down my throat.
It took a long time for him to cum a second time. Troy was definitely the bad cop in the good cop-bad cop dynamic. He pretty much sat on my face, even though it was uncomfortable for me to suck him off in that position.
In the end, he held my head in place and pretty much skull-fucked me. Though my gag reflex was gone, I still choked on his semen. It wasn't as good tasting as Marcus'. I had no idea that cum could taste differently, but Troy's was acrid, like his personality.
When he finished, he used his dick to smear his cum all over my face, painting my chin and nose, and forehead. Lastly, he jerked himself off just a little more so one final glob of cum goo could land in my eye. Then, he just walked away. No thank you. No offer to help me clean up. Nothing. What an asshole! I thought to myself.
Afterward, we all smoked cigarettes and sat around the interrogation room. When the cigarettes were gone, and it was starting to get awkward, Marcus looked over at me and said, "Guess we ought to go get that cake, right?"
I smiled at him. "How many of those pills you got left?"
Marcus smiled back. "Oh, we got pills for weeks baby girl...."
Baby girl. Why was that name growing on me?"