by Pipistrelle
The door swung open and for a moment the two men merely glared at each other. On the outside the youth in his early twenties trembled somewhat with a mixture of fear and defiance as he rubbed his sweaty palms on his muscular, denim clod thighs. He stared at the face of the older man holding the door but saw only his own frightened face reflected in the mirrored sunglasses. He lowered his gaze and focused his attention on the shiny star pinned on the broad, blue uniform covered chest.
“Come in,” the older man ordered with more than a trace of menace in his voice. The youth entered and stood quietly for a moment as the uniformed officer closed and bolted the door behind him.
“What is the meaning of this?” the younger man asked. “I demand to know why…”
A sharp crack replaced the words as the officers palm connected with the youth’s cheek. “Shut up, you fairy!” the cop bellowed. “I’ll ask the questions here and you will answer them. You already know what this is all about. At eight thirty this evening you jumped a twelve year old kid in the park. You pulled him into the bushes, you nearly choked him to death as he screamed while you ripped his clothes off. Then you stuck your cock up his ass and fucked him!”
The youth’s cheek still tingled from the slap but he forgot this and his jaw hung open in amazement as he heard the accusation. “You’re full of shit!” he exploded. “I wasn’t anywhere near the park at eight-thirty. I was at my apartment ‘till after nine and was just taking a stroll when your men pulled me into a car and brought me here.”
“Cut the crap! ’’ the cop shouted grabbing a handful of the youth’s shirt and shaking him until the material tore exposing a broad, lightly haired chest. “I know exactly what happened, but I want to hear it from you. You’re going to talk!”
“Get your fuckin’ hands off me! I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t do it!”
The sounds of steel on steel punctuated the youth’s protests as the cop pulled the handcuffs from his belt and snapped them on the youth’s wrists. The young man struggled in an attempt to free himself but the burly officer jerked the youths hands up and slipped the chain between the cuffs into a hook hanging from the ceiling. Then, before the youth knew what was happening the cop pulled on a rope and the hook moved up, pulling the cuffed hands with it until the young prisoner stood on tiptoe, his arms stretched up above his head.
“Let me go! Let me loose you fuckin’ bastard! I want to see my lawyer. You’ve got no right to…”
The verbal tirade was brought to a halt by a stinging slap to the side of the youth’s face. And the cop kept swinging his hand back and forth until the young man’s face glowed red with the impact and tears ran from his eyes. “Good!” the cop said when he stopped slapping. “Now keep your mouth shut. The only thing I want from you is a confession. We don’t like phonies here, particularly ones that go around raping little boys!”
“I didn’t do it,” the youth sobbed. “I didn’t do it!”
The cop ripped away the remnants of the youths shirt leaving him naked from the waist up. Then he took each of the hair circled brown nipples between calloused fingers and began to gently massage. “Tell me about it,” he said softly. “Tell me how you raped the kid” he said more loudly increasing pressure on the youth’s tits.
The youth struggled to free his nipples from the powerful fingers. He grimaced in pain as the pressure increased, pinching and pulling at his chest. He stared in anger and frustration at the face of his tormentor, the face so openly enjoying his pain. Then he released a wad of spit directly into that face.
The cop bellowed in rage and released the youth’s tits. Then he drew back his arm and burled his fist in the prisoner’s taunt abdomen. Before the suspended man could regain his breath, the cop’s other fist met his flesh and the blows continued until the youth was nearly unconscious.
Sweat poured off both men. It ran in rivulets down the tortured youth’s bare torso and stained the dark blue cloth of the cop’s uniform. The cop unfastened the buckle of the youth’s belt and pulled the black leather strip free from it’s levi loops. He smacked the folded strap against his palm and said. “Alright, fairy, tell me about it.”
“I didn’t do it!” the youth mumbled. “I was home.” Then he gasped in pain as the cop used his own belt to lash him twice across the chest.
“Don’t lie to me! “the cop said. “We know you weren’t home. Your cock sucking lover told us you were out.”
“He’s lying” the youth sobbed. “Please don’t hit me again. He’s lying. I was home.”
“Why should he lie?” the cop asked. “Why should he tell us you were out if you weren’t?”
“I don’t know,” the youth sobbed. “I don’t know. But I was home.”
Three more times the black strap shot out leaving red streaks under the youths stretched arm pits. “Your damned lover knew you were out and so did the trick he had over to suck off. They both admitted you were out.”
“No,” the prisoner screamed. “I didn’t do it. I was home till after nine.” Again and again and again the belt smacked against flesh until the youth’s back, sides, chest and belly were crimson. Throughout the flogging the youth screamed and cursed and protested his innocence.
When finally he became silent the cop dropped the belt and, leaving his fingers in the youth’s hair, forced their eyes to meet.
“Now tell me when you went out.” the cop demanded coldly, “or I’ll whip the skin off you.”
“Eight,” the youth mumbled softly. “I went out about eight. But I didn’t rape that kid.”
This time it was the cop who released a wad of spit into the youth’s face. “It’s about time you cock sucker. I knew when you went out. The newspaper man on the corner saw you leave your building and go into the park at eight. You see, I know all about it. So stop lying and tell me how you raped the kid.”
“No,” the youth shouted. “I just walked in the park. I didn’t touch that kid or any kid.”
The cop ripped open the youth’s levis and jerked them down to his ankles, revealing long, muscular, hairy legs and a huge half hard cock hanging over a well filled scrotum from a tangled bush of curly crotch hair. The cop’s calloused fingers circled the youth’s cock and began to squeeze. The prisoner struggled and tried to pull away but the cop jerked hard and the struggler stopped momentarily as the youth gasped in pain.
“This is what you did it with,” the cop said. “You grabbed that kid, ripped off his clothes and rammed this damned rod up his ass.” As he spoke and squeezed he felt the cock grow hard in his hand and when he released it, it stood out straight from the youth’s crotch.
“No,” the prisoner said “I didn’t do…” but his protestation of innocence ended in a scream as the cop delivered a hard chop with the side of his hand to the rigid cock.
The youth’s head hung on his whip marked chest and his whole body trembled. “No,” he murmured hoarsely, “I didn’t do it. I didn’t do it.”
The cop closed his meaty fist around the youth’s scrotum and began to squeeze “Tell me the truth.” he said softly. “Tell me the truth and I won’t squeeze.”
“No,” the kid sobbed. “Please sir. Please don’t squeeze my nuts. I didn’t hurt that kid.”
The muscular fingers tightened, increasing pressure on the trapped testicles and the youth moaned more in fear than in pain. “What kid?” The cop demanded. “What kid didn’t you hurt. Tell me what you did with him.” And the fingers tightened more.
“No!” the youth screamed as the pressure on his balls sent fingers of pain up into his abdomen. “Please let go of my balls. Please I didn’t touch the kid. I didn’t touch him!”
Suddenly the cop jerked down hard with full force on the kids imprisoned testicles then released them as the youth screeched like a wounded animal and screamed again and again as tears ran from his eyes and vomit welled up into his mouth. Before the victim stopped screaming the cop delivered a punch to his stomach then followed it with another and another.
When the youth was barely conscious the cop stepped back and stripped off his sweat soaked shirt revealing a broad chest with a dense mat of curly black hair broken only by the twin peaks of his nipples. Then again he gripped the youth’s scrotum with one hand and with his other he gripped the kid’s hair and jerked his head up so their eyes met. “Listen you cunt-assed fairy! I’m tired of asking you questions. I’ll say it once more. Tell me what happened to that kid! Now, I’m not going to ask again. I’m just going to work you over. When you’re ready to talk just sing it out. And you’d better do it quick or I’ll crush your useless balls to mush. I’ll strip the skin off your stinkin’ kid fuckin carcass. And if you haven’t talked by the time I’m done my buddies will come in and keep working on you. You ready to talk?”
“I didn’t touch…” The youth began but his words were lost in his own scream of agony as the cop jerked at his scrotum.
Then the cop took a whip from its hook on the wall and began looking at the youth’s naked torso. His back and ass and chest, already tender from the lashing with the belt were soon covered with raised welts and trickles of blood from where the leather thong bit deeply into the skin.
The kid shouted and begged and screamed throughout his flogging but didn’t confess until the leather lash sliced Into his cock head. Then, he screamed as he hadn’t yet and shouted “Alright!” I’ll tell, I’ll tell!”
The cop dropped the whip and again gripped the youth’s scrotum. “OK. Make it good or you’ll be a nutless wonder.”
“I didn’t do it,” the youth said. And as the cops fist tightened on his balls he hastily added. “but I saw it happen. I was sitting on a rock under the bridge when I saw this big leather stud drag a kid into the bushes near me. The kid was struggling but the stud kept his hand clamped over the kid’s mouth. Then he ripped down the kid’s pants, threw him on the ground and started fucking him.”
The cop shifted his grip to his prisoner’s now hard cock and gripped the throbbing head between his thumb and forefinger. “Why didn’t you go to the kid’s rescue?” he demanded pinching the hard cockhead. “Why didn’t you go for help? What did you do? Sit there and jack off as you watched the show? Answer me!” he screamed as he jerked viscously on the youth’s throbbing column of man-flesh.
“Yes,” the youth screamed as the cop tortured his cock, “yes I jacked off.”
“You dirty queer!” The cop shouted punctually each word with a slap to the youth’s face, chest, stomach or crotch. “You sat and beat your meat while you watched an innocent little kid get raped! You’re not even man enough to get your own piece of ass. You’ve got to jack off while you watch some one else. Suddenly the cop stopped slapping his sobbing captive and switched his grip to the youth’s nipples again. “Who was the leather stud?” The cop said pinching the two mounds of flesh.
A look of even greater fear came over the youth’s face. “I don’t know,” he said and then moaned as the cop pinched harder on his nipples and twisted. “God please stop, “the youth begged. “I don’t know who he was. I don’t… Oh GOD! PLEASE STOP.”
The cop released the tortured tits after digging his fingernails into the flesh one more time, then took a small fat candle from the table and lit it. “You know alright,” the cop said holding the candle under the youth’s chin so the flame looked at the day old beard.
“No,” the youth said, “I don’t kn…” but his sentence ended with a scream as the cop held the candle to his rigld nipple scorching the flesh and filling the air with the acrid smell of burning hair.
“Tell me who it was,” the cop said menacingly, “or I’ll roast your cock.”
“No, please NO!” the youth screamed as the flame came close to his tender cock. As he felt the heat singe the moist membranes he shouted “Spike!” I don’t know his last name, but he lives in a flat on East Division. Over the cycle shop!”
With a look of pure pleasure the cop pressed the flaming candle against the throbbing cock quickly, extinguishing the candle but leaving a blob of molten wax cooling on the youth’s most sensitive flesh. The youth screamed hysterically again and again as he struggled to free himself. When finally the wax had cooled and the pain had subsided somewhat the youth was again conscious of his surroundings. He then noticed that the cop had slipped off his pants and now stood naked except for hot, glasses and boots. The cop’s enormous cock stood out straight and throbbing.
The cop moved around behind the suspended youth and the prisoner felt calloused fingers probing at his asshole. “No.” He shouted, “please don’t. You’re too big! You’ll rip me open. I told you what you wanted to know. Don’t hurt me any more. Please don’t hurt me again.
“But the cop didn’t stop he paused only long enough to spit on his hands and rub the spittle over his throbbing cock before plunging it into his captive’s ass in one quick, merciless thrust.
The youth screamed as the thick rod invaded his ass but his own cock remained hard. His torturers hands crushed his body and as one gripped a nipple the other gripped his cock and both hands began to twist and jerk in rhythm to the pistoning asses.
After long rough ramming, the cop gasped and sunk his teeth into the youth’s shoulder as his hot cum shot up into the kid’s bowels. Moments later the youth’s tortured cock erupted under the demanding hand of his tormentor and the youth moaned in an exquisite blend of pleasure and pain.
Quickly the cop released the youth’s wrists from the hook and both of them collapsed on the floor in each other arms. They held together tightly. Their mouths sought each other and their tongues intertwined long and deeply. Then they fell back exhausted and lay silently for a while.
“Wow!” the youth said finally breaking the silence. “That was something else!”
“Yeah,” the older man said, gently squeezing the firm young thigh beside him. “It was great. Let’s do it again next week with you being the cop and me the prisoner.”
