Graduation Party p. 20
by Omerod Home
Continued….
Andy fucked. Russell screamed.
Grady and Antwon twisted his arms and held him up. Tommy used the nightstick like a hard wooden cock. He fucked it in and out of the teacher in synchronization with the cop's hard dick.
Russell threw his head back and hit Andy in the mouth. Blood trickled from the corner of the cop's lips. Andy licked the blood away and pounded the teacher's ass harder. His hairy balls slapped against the teacher's ass. He ground. He shoved. He lifted the screaming teacher up onto his toes.
The room whirled around Russell in a blur. Pain exploded in his ass. It ran through him like fire. His bloated purple dick bounced up and down. Long strings of precum mixed with blood dangled from its lips. His swollen balls danced in their bruised sack.
Russell opened his mouth to scream. No sound came out. A bright light of agony burst in his head. The pain blinded him with its brilliance. Russell passed out.
Andy moaned audibly as he began to deeply sniff the limp, unmoving body of the cop. Then he scooted down and let his mouth wander all over the sweaty, naked body. He licked the unconscious man’s neck and sucked his man-nipples and kissed his navel and sucked his penis and worked his mouth down Russel’s legs and sucked his toes. The doctor kept his eyes closed and moaned all the while he sucked Russel’s sweet piggies. Then he flipped the cop over and licked his back and his recently-fucked, semen-coated posterior and just gave his whole gorgeous body a tongue bath.
By the time Andy’s tongue reached Russel’s feet again, the doctor gazed at them closely. He took in the sight of the hairs on the cop’s toes. Andy grabbed his own penis and jerked himself to an orgasm as he worked on his unconscious captive’s feet. Andy was kissing and licking every inch of them and rubbing his face all over Russel’s soles. He did this until he orgasmed once again!
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Russell Newt awoke upon his back in a brightly-lit room. He knew that the cop's hot cum was mingling in his guts with the cum of his other three rapists. He knew from the smell and the sounds around him that he was lying on a gurney in a hospital emergency room. He knew from the feel of leather crossing his naked skin that he was strapped down. He knew from the voices speaking close to him that his ordeal was not over.
Russell turned his head. He could see a man in a white coat standing next to a uniformed policeman.
"He's a mess," the white coat said clinically, "what happened to him."
"I don't know," Andy Duncan answered. "I heard some noises and went to investigate. He was like that when I found him."
"Did he say anything?" The white coat put a hand in his pocket.
"No, Doc...."
Andy placed his hand on the baton that hung from his utility belt,
"He can't remember anything."
"That's not unusual in a case like this...."
The white coat pulled some rubber gloves from his pocket,
"He's obviously been tortured and ... you know. He's probably better off if he doesn't remember."
"He's liable to say some wild things when he comes around...."
Andy's fingers closed around the handle of the baton and he slid the heavy stick slowly up and down in its holster.
"I wouldn't be surprised...."
The doctor pulled on the rubber gloves,
"Victims like this frequently confuse their rescuers with their attackers. "I wouldn't be surprised if he accused you or perhaps some boy's he once had in his class."
"That would be crazy...."
Andy slid the baton back down in its holster and twisted it. "It sure would be...."
To be continued