Gangbangers

"Hey pig, ever had your shit pushed in?"

Jake's mind was somewhere completly else when the odd question was thrown his way by Moreno. Realizing Alonzo had dumped him here to save his own ass had made his skin pour out a thin layer of cold sweat, he just clutches his cards and stares at the gangster closest to him with a dour look in his face, not quite registrering if the man wanted an actual reply. Moreno's next words did confirm he expected an answer.

"Shit pushed in. Simple question."

Jakes facial expression didn't change one bit but he managed to give a barely noticable headshake. Jake realized what the bald thug was talking about this time. The shirtless tattoed man in the middle right across from Jake at the table called "Sniper" and the mustachioed leader, "Smiley", to Jakes left, both watch him while Moreno fishes for verbal confirmation.

"Nah?"

"No" Jake's one word is barely audible.

Moreno puts his hand on his heart and glances to his right over to Sniper and Smiley with a teasing and toothy grin.

"I've had my shit pushed in." Moreno says it mater of factly, then looks back at Jake to see his reaction, still smiling. But before Jake can consider if he was expected to reply again Sniper already loudly butted in.

"Oooh yeeaah maaan I had my shiiiit puuuusheeeed iiin brooooo! BIG TIME!!!" The shirtless man contracts his upper body and face in mock pain, really giving everyone a good look at his muscular frame. He and Moreno both start laughing heartly with each other, while Jake sits silent feeling his blood run colder by the moment. Jake knows why that was happening, when your brain goes into fight or flight mode it releases hormones that makes your muscles tense up, causing constriction on the blood vessels. He had learned about it in the academy. Oh god how he wished he hadn't decided to become a cop in this moment. He got no more than a few microseconds to ponder this before Moreno once again opened his mouth.

"Smiley?" Their leader looked at his underling as he was speaking before turning back his eyes to the young officer.

"Sure. I always get loooove from the homies." He perks his lips extra as he pushes out the words, which accentuates his mustache. Jake knows very well that what they were talking about was anything but love, something that may only be described as "love" in the cruel unfeeling world of the penal system, where physical contact was rare outside of violence and genuine affection can only be found between the odd few people who knew and cared for each other already on the outside before getting locked up. "Prison romance" is one of the cruel coping mechanisms one might find themselves engaging in behind bars, then on the other hand there was the much worse alternative, the version of sex in prison that wasn't about coping with a lack of physical contact but instead all about forcing ones will on another, proving ones masculinity and humiliating the "partner" in exchange for a rush of power.

Jake couldn't imagine this game of questions around the table would go on much longer, so he made his choice, the only choice he felt he had, and tossed the cards in Snipers face before flipping the table to run. Smiley jumps at him and Jake manages to give him a punch in the forehead, the gangster trips and falls to the floor. Just as Jake is about to launch out of the kitchen into the living room Moreno catches him in the head with a botle, it cracks in a thousand loud pieces and Jake colapses on the floor. Smiley snaps at the women in the living room to get out of there before he puts Jake in handcuffs. He punches, kicks and insults the younger man several times until he seems to get tired of that, finally he delivers words anyone would be frightened to hear.

"Drag his ass to the bathroom." The henchmen waste no time pulling the police officer across the floor of the hallway to the room in the back, both of them calling him a bitch with resentful voices. Jake yells and kicks with all of the energy he has left in him, but once the door is slammed closed on the small tiled space the two thugs drop him face first on the hard floor and the air goes out of his lungs. Jake flips over on his back, mouth open, breathing heavy and looking up at the three men above him.

"I want his ass first." Moreno says the words in a relaxed tone and takes a step forward towards the man on the floor who begins thrashing around and shouting bloody murder. This all earns him a fast kick in the stomach from Moreno who then begins to bend over to grab his hips to flip him over.

"Ah fuck, thats unfair I wanted..." The shirtless Chicano starts to complain but quickly gets interrupted by his boss.

"Shut up Sniper, just take the front to start with, I'll wait til you're done." This seems to have been acceptable to the other man who nodded with a serious but understanding face.

Their third member was having a hard time getting Jake to stop throwing himself around and yelling while he tries to get him to stay laying face down on the floor. Sniper slams his left hand on top of the cops scalp and the right below his jaw, presing his mouth painfuly shut.

"Hey, vato, we're going to fuck you even if we have to break all your bones and smash out all your pretty white little teeth first. Get it huh? So no biting or kicking now. Ok?" The sentence was spoken with such a relaxed and mater of factly tone, like what the man was saying wasn't insanely fucked up beyond belief, Jake's head was still spinning and his heart beating so fast, what choice did he have but to try to survive this as painlessly as possible? None honestly. He put all his effort into relaxing and laid down on his belly. Sniper let go of his head and stood up in front of him. Moreno undid Jake's belt and started to pull down his pants below the cheeks.

"Aaahhh niiice" Jake imagines the man behind him with a big smile on his face as he hears the words.

"Your ass looks fine as fuck puerco. Nice and tight. Right guys?"

"Aaah yeeeah. I'm gonna have that later too." Jake didn't need to imagine the hoarse voice coming from infront of him with a matching smile, he could see it.

He felt his pants pulled down further, all the way down to his ankles, which Sniper seemed to know meant it was his turn. The sides of Jake's shoulders are grabbed as Sniper drags him up to his knees, his face only inches away from the larger man's crotch. To his surprise Moreno removes his cuffs and Jake wonders for a second if he's expected to pull down the pants himself, but thankfully he's spared that particular humiliation as Sniper begins to slowly push down the seems with his thumbs. Jake can tell as soon as the black pubic hair and base of his cock becomes visible that the man is well endowed and already semi-erect. He ponders if he and the other two gangsters are actually into men, or if it is entirely like how it is in prison, arousal at the sadism of it all. He swears at himself internally, it doesn't matter at all in the end, he's getting raped either way. Once the pants are pulled a few inches the dick in front of him pops out, free from its restraints, Jake observes that it is indeed very large even while not fully hard, uncircumcised and smells like male sweat. God he doesn't want that on his lips, on his tongue, in his mouth or in his throat.

"Whats with you pig, you're acting like you've never sucked cock before." Sniper says as he grabs the base of his dick and flicks it on Jake's lips who instinctivly turns his face away with a dour expression.

"I'm sure you had to give someone the works to get this day with Alonzo." Before the young officer gets a chance to react he feels two hands on the back of his hips, following that a member pressing against his cheeks and lastly a whisper:

"I belive you if you say you're a virgin chico. But you're not going to be for long." And with that the "boy" could feel Moreno's cock puching against his outer spinchter. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, but when the first thrust came and the other man burried himself to the hilt in him he let out a pained yell. Sniper took the opurtunity to shut him up and shoved his length into Jake's throat.

Jake was in so much pain as the two men thrusted from both sides. The soft tissues in his mouth and ass were being abused so recklessly. The pain in his inards was probably the worse one, it made him almost feel like he was going to die, but the inability to breathe properly and consistently was realistically the bigger danger. Sniper clearly didn't have a care in the world about it as he drove back and forth, both hands places on Jake's neck, he would probably cum down his throat incautiously, so it might get in Jake's windpipe for all he cared. The young cop might as well not have been a human being anymore as much as a cocksleve to get off with.

Besides all that Jake was worried he would start to vomit on Sniper as he bumped into the back of his throat. He didn't want to think about how the hot tempered thug would react to that; could earn him his teeth kneed in, or worse.

He also didn't know what to do with his arms in the awkward position, Moreno had him on his knees by pistoning up into him with his hands on his hips, and Sniper kept his head and torso in place by holding his head alternativly infront of or shoved into his crotch, meanwhile Jake's arms kinda howered bent up in the air besides him like he was a suspect told to show off his empty hands by a cop with a gun. After a few moments he snapped them down on top of Morenos hands when the man gave him an extra hard and painful thrust that made Jake yelp out a sound that managed to escape trought his nasal passage. The gangster didn't seem to appreciate that as he slapped Jake's hands off of him and gave an even harder shove in return.

"Fuck off bitch. Don't touch me."

The sudden movement made him flail his arms forward and he steadied himself by placing them a bit above Sniper's knees, unintentionally pretty firmly so. The man in front of him didn't seem to mind like Moreno had because he let out soft groan at the touch.

"Oh yeeaah. Puto." He followed up.

Jake moved his hands around a little, trying to place them more practically and steady, but the man seemed to take it erotically.

"Fuck yeah. Hm, stoke my thighs."

Jake was a bit surprised at the request but figured it was best to do as he said. He moved his hands up and inward and began slowly pressing on the man's inner thighs softly, almost tenderly, moving them up and down, down and up, as close to the man's perineum as he could get while being face fucked. Jake quickly began regretting accidentaly inviting this because Sniper moved his hands from his neck to the back of his head and noticably started to quicken his pace and push into him harder than before. On the other hand maybe he should be glad it might be over with faster than it would have otherwise?

But it didn't feel like it would ever end. Jake had no idea how long it had actually been going on but the pain in his gut and tears in his eyes from the choking extended every minute to an hour in his head. The moans and groans filling the room also hurt in a way, humiliating more so than the mens' words had. It had actually been relatively quiet so far, not a lot of "dirty talk" outside of Moreno occationally mumbling some word in Spanish that didn't seem particularly aimed at Jake anyway. He assumed it probably meant something like "fuck" or "damn".

His thoughts were interrupted with a striking pain to the right side of his face and a dizziness gripping his brain. It took a moment for his disoriented, slightly shaken head to realize what had happened. Sniper had hit his right cheek with an open palm, like he had been spanking Jake's ass. The slap hadn't been light, it had been a real hard swat to his face and he could feel the region getting warm as blood rushed to it. Jake shouldn't be shocked at all but he couldn't prevent his eyes from darting up from the spot on the loin in front of him he had been staring at the last couple of minutes to look at the gangsters face.

There were no pupils up there to meet his, the standing man's eyes were rolled back lazily staring at nothing in the ceiling as his slightly open mouth breathed heavily. He looked totally lost. The arm he had struck Jake with hung to the side limply. The other one that was still holding Jake in place as he fucked into his mouth also wasn't as firm as it had been at the start. Maybe it actually would be over soon. Jakes' hopefullness was enforced as he could hear Moreno's breath getting faster and deeper behind him while thrusting in more frequently.

Harder harder, faster faster, deeper deeper. And then, suddenly Jake heard a loud yell and felt a warmth leaking into him from behind.

"Aaaiii fuuuuuuck". Moreno yelled out as he came in Jake.

For a few seconds afterwards the man behind him caught his breath while he hung on Jake, letting the younger man carry his weight, then he began pulling out to stand up, leaving Jake's back and ass feeling uncomfortably colder than before. Jake could hear him pull his pants off and hop into the bathtub to clean up.

Now it was only the man in front of him to wait for.

While Moreno had quickened his pace and intensity before cuming, Sniper seemed to be getting slower now towards the end, completly lost in a hazy high. The slow bumping into the back of his throat was driving Jake mad.

The only thing he could think of to do was to further humiliate himself and engage in some more active pleasuring of the man. He lifted his arms up and again slapped his palms on the thighs of the other male who promptly let out a gasp in response. Ok this might work. His next move was slightly bolder, he began closing his fists as if pinching the muscles, praying stimulation to the engorgeous zone would be intense but not painful or unpleasant. It payed off. Sniper's pace quickened again, he smacked his hands to the back of the younger mans head and began pistoning into his oral cavity while bumping his head into his groin with exesive force. Jake's nose started to hurt as it hit into the tense muscles infront of him but it was worth it as he could feel the other mans flesh twitch inside of him, indicating his impending climax.

That climax did come, and it came deep in Jake, it also came loud, Sniper yelled out unappologetically in the small enclosed room. It all lasted worryingly long in Jake's mind but he was glad it was finally done. The larger man didn't pull out right away, seemingly content with breathing heavily and enjoying the afterglow with his dick still deep down Jake's throat before finally slowly pulling out, finally finally allowing the officer to properly swallow the cum down and take his first proper breath in he didn't know how long.

It hurt Jake's throat to take in the colder air, and it itched, he wanted to cough real bad, he turned his face away and did so a couple of times. When he turned his head back he looked up to Snipers face again, not sure why, maybe just curious to see if the man would speak to him again, give him some new order or to tell him what would come next for him. But it wasn't the tattoed 'vato' whose voice he heard, it was Smiley's.

"Do you mind slowpoke? Move over."

Fuck, Jake had almost completly forgot about the third man in the room with him.

Sniper did as he was told and stepped away from Jake, walking past him to the toilet to take a piss. Smiley stepped infront of the rookie officer and grabbed the back of his head with one hand, the other firmly placed on his hard dick.

"I'm almost done jacking it, so I'll be nice and just come on your face. Is that ok? I want to hear you say it is." Smiley speaks to him in a calm voice and neautral expression on his face, like it was a normal every day thing to ask. Jake wasn't sure he was able to talk so he just nodded slightly to convey that he did indeed prefer just being cummed over above whatever other options were available. The man above him didn't seem to think that was good enough however.

"No puto, I want to hear you say it. Again, is it ok if I shoot on your face?"

Jake swallowed painfully, he didn't want to try to speak, but he was affraid of what would be done if he didn't give his "consent" to the facial.

"y-y-ye-yes." God it hurt like hell and his voice was weak, but he was sure the gangster had heard him nontheless. This was confirmed when the man began stroking his member rapidly, aiming for the middle of his face. Jake blinked hard and hoped none of it would end up seeping into his eyes. After a few seconds he heard a loud groan and felt hot sticky fluid land on his forehead, nose and upper lip. He kept his eyes shut for a little moment longer, waiting to see if it was over. When no more came he peeked slightly, above him Smiley still stood with his right hand on his cock, now flacid.

"I was nice to you, so now be kind back and clean off the last drops." Jake felt the bile rise in his chest. Still, he did as he was told, leaned forward and licked the tip off Smiley's dick clean with one slow lick. He wanted to spit it out but knew that lodging it at the floor would probably prompt a beating for dirting up the man's house, so he refrained. To his surprise Smiley pulled up Jake's own shirt and began wiping it across his face, smearing the cum all over it, so Jake took the opportunity to discretly spit out the content in his mouth on it as the shirt covered all his face while the thug cleaned off his forehead.

"I think I'm done with you for now, how about you two?" Smiley said, first looking at Jake then turning to look at his men behind Jake.

"I'm good. How bout you Sniper?" Moreno said.

The third man seemed to take a moment to think before he spoke.

"Hum I think I'd like to go another round, I still want his ass."

Jake's heart sunk deep and he felt lightheaded. He fell down with his hands to the floor, the world spinning and dread filling his mind. His vision started to get spotty and eventually fully black, he felt himself drift off as he collapsed on the floor.

It was cold. Not super cold, but far too cold for how it should feel when one is asleep in Los Angeles. It was hard too, and uncomfortable. Jake didn't really understand why. Why was he so sore, why was he covered in dry sweat, why was he seemingly laying face down on the floor? Then he heard something, music he realized after a second, muffled but certainly music, and peoples voices, tho he couldn't make out any words. As his exhausted brain began to pay attention and tried to figure out what it was listening to, Jake started to come to, slowly becoming more lucid and unable to fall back into unconsciousness with just a nod as he might have been able to had he not noticed the sounds. He starts to get a recollection of previous events, he had met Alonzo, his superior officer, who had drugged him and made him commit crimes across the city, he had tricked Jake into thinking he was a decent man deep down, before leaving him in the clutches of three Sureños. Those men had beat him, they had cuffed him, they had dragged him to the bathroom, they had.....

Oh god.

They had raped him.

He had been raped. Orally and anally.

Jake started to shake, he wanted to put his palms on his face to try to hide, but he couldn't, his wrists had been cuffed behind his back again. His feet had been bound too he noticed. But not only that, he had apparently been completly undressed when he was passed out. It startled him when he remembered what Sniper had said, he had said he wasn't done with Jake. He wanted to scream, wanted to shout and try to reach out for someone, anyone, out there to care and help him; not that anyone able to possibly hear him would be the type of person to give a shit. The people partying in the other rooms and outside the house were the same people he had walked past on his way to the kitchen, they all surely knew he was a cop and hated him for it. God there was nothing he could do but lay there. Jake wondered how long he had been out cold, and how long he would stay alone in the small room.

Creak. The sound of the bathroom door opening jolted him suddenly, the music filling the room louder. He hastly turned his head and face to stare at its direction, wide-eyed and worried what he would see in the dooropening.

It was the girl from before, the one Smiley had told to count the money Alonzo had brought them. Dream, was that her name? Wondered Jake.

She looked down at him a little surprised but glad.

"Eeeii foo you finally awake!"

She was pleased for whatever reason, Jake thought.

"You know Sniper started to worry."

Now Jake was starting to worry.

"You know he doesn't like to fuck people when they're asleep."

His worst fears were true, god that fucker had been waiting for him to wake up for round two. Jake had never felt more cold his entire life, he wanted to wrap his arms around himself and get in the fetal position. Dream or whatever her name was seemed to notice his reaction, and gave him a somewhat sympathetic look, but only about as sympathetic as one would be to a chicken one is about to pluck and cook for dinner later in the day. She then closed the door again and walked away. Now it felt comparatively silent. Jake considered if crying, drooling and sniveling on himself would make him less appealing, if the man would find him so pathetic to lose interest, but he figured it might just as well make the guy pissed off, and he didn't need a beating from the unstable tweaker on top of everything.

Thump thump thump. Jake heard and felt footsteps from the other side of the door, some clearly heavier than others. He braced himself and flipped over, laying on his right side to face them. The door opened oncemore, this time with a forceful push. He was met with the woman first, and behind her was Sniper, looking in a good mood while gazing down on him.

"Joto you're up!" He half-shouted, grinning.

He stepped to the side and slightly infront of his lady friend. He was still shirtless and didn't seem to be freezing like Jake. The macho 'vato' had probably been partying outside with the others and had several girls grind all over him. He was the kind of masculine inhibitionless guy some women couldn't resist. Speaking of, Jake could tell the woman with them was more interested in looking at Sniper's bare chest than at him on the floor. In a way that felt nice, the less eyes on himself the better he thought. Sniper picked up on it as well when he turned his face from staring at Jake to glancing at what Jake was looking at. She quickly snapped her face away slightly embarrassed when she realized she'd been caught ogling. But the thug clearly wasn't offended.

"Hey Dreamer, isn't our little pig cute?" He asked her teasingly. She nodded with a mocking twinkle, clearly more confident now that she saw that Sniper didn't mind her interest.

"You know, if you're interested, you could watch us, I don't mind an audience." The man soon followed up. In response Dreamer's face lit up.

"Well in that case I'll invite a friend too!" She said to Jake's chagrin. Fuck he didn't need more people to see him like this, and if this 'friend' was male he could only imagine he woulnd't be content with just watching from the sidelines. Dreamer winked bye and walked away to pick up this 'friend'. Sniper closed the door behind himself while keeping his eyes focused on Jake.

Fuck, why was he looking at him like that? Jake tensed up again, he still felt cold but the temprature was starting to rise as his heart began to beat faster. Despite trying to brace himself he still felt shaken when Sniper finally walked towards him. The larger man knelt down besides him and grabbed his left side to turn him down on his stomach again. Jake tried to not make any sounds but he couldn't help but to gasp in fear as it happened. Sniper replied with a light snort, hinting at a laugh, but didn't toss any new snyde comments at him yet. As soon as Jake was face down on the ground once more the other man was still for a small moment as if to consider his next move, maybe he wanted to slap the cop's ass? Or pull his hair? Or something else? His decision was to painfully press Jake's restrained arms towards his upper back, then fling one of his muscular legs over to the other side of him, now positioned on top of the younger man he arched over to whisper into his ear.

"I want you to behave. Like last time." His voice was sultry on a surface level, but filled with malice beneath. Jake couldn't see the man's face as he sat on his back yet he just knew his brows were crooked and teeth bared in a mean grin as he spoke.

"Be behaved and I'll make it not hurt so much."

A part of Jake wanted to believe those words, he truly didn't want to feel ever again like he had felt when Moreno had fucked him, yet at the same time Jake had no reason to trust the other thug's words. As with his previous interactions with the men he was never sure if he was supposed to actually respond to what any of them were saying to him, but he decided to take his chances before the heavy weight of the athletic man crushing down on him forced all the air out of his lungs.

"O-o-kay" Jake wheezed out weakly.

The Chicano seemed pleased with that. Sniper began to fiddle with the smaller man's bound wrists, and pretty soon Jake could feel the pain in his arms subside some as they were let go, free to fall to his sides next to Sniper's lower legs. The relief was instant and he felt he had made the right decision. Soon afterwards he also felt the weight on him lighten when Sniper stood up on his knees. Jake was a little suprised, even if he had somewhat given a promise to 'behave' to the other man it would still be foolishly risky of anyone to let go of a prisoner that had just been unbound, and despite how he had acted during their card game, Jake did not assume Sniper to be stupid. Suddenly he felt two hands clutch his left arm and he was turned over on his back with a thud, he looked up with wide eyes on the man on top of him who began to roll the cloth in his mitts into a cord, which made Jake realize what was happening, Sniper wanted to bind his wrists in front of him instead of behind his back, presumably so he could fuck him from behind without having to hold him up or have him in a 'face down position'. As his fists were bound again he was somewhat greatful for that, all of this was unpleasant enough already, the less time his face had to spend on the floor of this bathroom the better.

Laying there on his back Jake couldn't ignore how large and imposing Sniper felt compared to him. He looked at the male's body, studying him like he would a large and impressive animal, perhaps similar to how an ancient human would have done to prepare themselves to fight or flee from one. Eyes hooded by a strong brow, lips that were thicker than his own, jaw more defined than his own and skin darker than his own that he would probably had found very beautiful had it been worn by a woman, or heck even a man that wasn't a monster. The skin was also draped so tightly over the bulky muscles of the man as he was using them. That naked skin did make him different from most animals, especially mammals. Well regardless, this beast didn't seem likely to let him slip.

Knock, knock, knock. Someone was at the door again.

"Yo Sniper baby we're back!" It was Dreamers happy voice behind the wooden frame.

"Free to come in!" The man replied back.

Jake braced himself, now it was time for it to happen again, he just hoped he at least wouldn't get it from both sides this time. The door opened slowly now, not violently thrown open as it had been last time. As Jake was expecting he was met with Dreamer looking down on him, but behind her was another face he vaguely recalled, it was a woman dressed in a bright pink tank top, Jake couldn't place right away where he had seen her but as she moved smoothly to the side of the other female to get a better look at the brutalized white male at her feet he remembered, she had been dancing with one of the other Sureños outside the building when he arrived with Alonzo. Much like then she was now regarding him with an unmistakable aloof disdain in in her eyes as she tilted her head back and turned her nose up at him, probably thinking that the cop was where he deserved to be.

"So, girls, I was thinking I'll get him on all fours and give him a real good railing for us to enjoy." Sniper nodded down at the man under him.

"And hell maybe he'll enjoy it too."

Jake scoffed internally at that, there was no enjoyment to be had for him, this was the worst day of his life. Although, he wasn't sure it was the same day anymore, he didn't know how long he had been out on the floor. Maybe technically his 'training day' was over?

His train of thought was interrupted when he was once again flipped over by the other man. Sniper started to lift him up by the waist to get him to stand on his arms and knees. It was an akward position, with his body so weak and hands bound so close together Jake straddled his legs apart a bit to stay on balance.

"That's good puto, spread wide for me."

Jake wanted to feel hate towards the gangster but the only emotions permeating him were shame and embarrassment. He didn't have the energy to muster up anger. He was exhausted, not only physically from the drugs that had been put in him, the activities he had partaken in, the violence that had been done to him, but also just mentally. If he survived he would never be able to forget any of this.

Jake suddenly felt a cool fluid slowly run down between his cheeks. This took him by surprise, he had assumed Sniper would just jam it in him like his friend had. Instead of a hard cock, what Jake felt press up against his hurting hole was the tip of a small tube. After being inserted about half an inch into his ass Sniper pressed the tube and spurted the fluid into his body. The intrusion of the cool liquid actually alleviated the pain he experienced somewhat. He wondered if the substance the other man had picked from the bathroom had mitigating effects on swelling, since some creams were supposed to have properties that were muscle relaxing.

Soon though, the stinging returned as Sniper pressed his now erect member on to the flesh of the wet entrance. Jake gritted his teeth and prepared for the pain to come.

The second time seemed to not be as horrific as the first had been, probably mainly because of the lube but also maybe because Sniper was taking it significantly slower. When the man was finally all inside Jake let out a small sigh. As if spurred on by the sound, Sniper swiftly pulled back and thrust into him, with this he set a brisk pace. In and out, out and in, back and forth. Several times the younger man let out more sounds, most of them low pants of discomfort, and some louder yelps in pain, but most horrible of all to himself were the few which escaped that were more similar to groans of pleasure. It wasn't pleasure that he was familiar with, not pleasure he enjoyed, just a foreign stimulation of nerves he as a straight man had not been aware of, and maybe was not supposed to ever be made aware of if his life had gone on as he and those around him had intended.

He wondered if it was normal to experience what he was experiencing, surely most male rape did not have the victim derive any arousal from it? Did this mean that he was a freak? Or was the man inside of him just particularly 'good' at sex? Jake remembered, Sniper had said that maybe he would end up enjoying it too, so that meant that maybe this was being done on purpose to him, Sniper was degrading him by making it feel good. He wanted to vomit and cry.

Jake noticed that his own noises and Sniper's heavy breathing was not the only sound echoing in the enclosed space, the two females in there with them had also started to moan steadily. He instinctively turned his head towards the voices. To his surprise the two women were standing side by side with one hand down the others pants, rubbing each others clits. Dreamer was sweating a little and huffing with her mouth slightly ajar while the other lady was biting her lower lip as her face was flushed red. Jake hastily turned his face away and resumed looking at the floor. An extra good thrust from Sniper made him mewl out much louder than he had meant to, the push had hit an especially good spot. Half in anger half in pleasure he yelled out a curse.

"Fuck!"

"Oh! Boy! I can tell you liked that!" Sniper teasted him loud enough for people in another room to hear.

"Want me to do it again?"

For once the question tossed Jake's way was rhetorical, Sniper bucked into him hard from the same angle he had just used and Jake couldn't hold back another noisy groan. By now he had grown hard, and the continuing assault on that spot made Jake's dick twitch. Sniper moved his right hand down from Jake's hip and grabbed it roughly.

"Damn, you're leaking wet! Not as wet as their pussies tho!"

The larger man moved his hand once again, this time using it to grab hold of Jake's hair, he ripped his head back and forced him to look at the women again.

"Look how horny we're making them buster."

They were moaning and groaning hard now, Dreamer had lifted her left leg up slightly and was fingering herself with her free hand while her friend had grabbed hold of the other and pressed it harder onto her own clit. They looked about done to cum.

"Girls, should I make him beg?" Sniper asked.

Both girls shivered and gasped hard at the question. Dreamer swallowed and was about to open her mouth when the other girl spoke first.

"Do it. Make him fucking ask for it."

Sniper let go of Jake's hair and placed it back on his hip.

"So, boy, say please." His voice was oddly calm and neutral.

Jake didn't respond. He didn't want to, he felt he couldn't, he just stayed silent with his head hung low in indignity. A no wouldn't be taken well and doing as he was told would be to debase himself further than he thought he could live with. Not only would it be revolting on its own, it would also feel like a betrayal against his wife, his Lisa. A part of him wanted to do nothing but find comfort in thinking about her and their daughter, but at the same time he worried that thinking of them in this situation would somehow 'taint' them, they didn't deserve to be associated in any shape or form with this thing that was happening. What if he survived and had to see them again, would he be able to look at them and not be reminded of this?

Smack. A violent punch hit Jake right below the neck.

"Do it joto!"

Despite the order Jake still didn't, he tensed up and prepared for another hit, but instead he felt two hands wrap around his neck. Jake got ready to be choked either till he passed out again or died. He tried to think of everything he had ever learned spiritually in an attempt to prepare himself for his possible demise. He was not a particularly religious man, but he did like to believe in some good power in the universe. Despite being very secular like himself Lisa did speak of the God she was familiar with sometimes -- she was Catholic, like most Latinas -- and she made him seem very loving and kind. He trusted his wife, so he found some comfort from her beliefs, and hoped that it would be over quick.

When the strong fingers dug into the skin of his throat Jake's body attempted to let out a scream but the pressure applied made it come out more like a wheeze. His vision became blurry and he started to hear a ringing sound in his ear. It was painful, but not as painful as it was deeply uncomfortable. Meanwhile Sniper was still fucking into him expertly, and to Jake's own dismay he himself very much remained erect. Jake hated his body for what it was doing, and he hated his brain for not being able to control his body better. Dark spots started to show up in front of his eyes. The pain became more prominent finally as his lungs started to crave oxygen after what was probably a few minutes. He flipped his arms up from the floor and began clawing at the strong hooks suffocating him. Once more his body was acting on its own volition, trying to survive despite his mind being made about prefering death over more of this. As everything turned black in front of him and his brain went from dizzy to about to faint his arms fell back down with a thud to the floor.

And that's when the pressure left his neck. Right before he went entirely unconscious Sniper let go and let him fall limp onto the floor. Jake gasped so hard it strained his diaphragm, but that pain was relief compared to what had just happened. As his mind started to recover and come too a little he noticed that the larger man had stopped thrusting into him for the time being. In his confused state he turned his head to look back at him and was met with a satisfied smile.

"That was less pleasant than it had to be, for both of us. Come on just go with it and it can be nice for you too."

Jake swallowed painfully and didn't respond.

"Now, say you want it."

Jake let his head fall in a half nod. Seems the other man didn't intend to kill him if he didn't get his way, just torture him, and deep down his own body didn't seem able to allow itself to die anyway based on what just happened. He resigned himself to his fate and readied himself to speak.

"Please fuck me." His voice was hoarse and the words barely intelligible.

"I want more than that. You can do better slut." Sniper's voice was melodic and sweet as honey compared to his own now.

Jake gulped hard a second time. Well might as well go all now that he had already started, there was no way back.

"Please fuck me so hard. I want your big dick in my guts. I want your dick to make me cum. I want to cum so freaking bad. Make me cum harder than I ever have with my wife. This is the peak of my career as a cop, this is what I deserve. I'm a dumb fucking white boy who should never have thought I could come around here and be around real men." Jake mumbled it out in a monotone cadence.

His rapist let out a goofy and strident laugh at his expense.

"That's good chapero, you make for a good whore."

Following that he went back to fucking into Jake. Each movement stimulated the young man's nerves and sent shivers to his dick. Jake could feel his pulse ache hard in his member and scrotum, as well as somewhere further back in the body.

"Hey pig, say you want it now." Sniper blurted out between happy breaths and strong thrusts.

"Fuck me harder. I want it." Jake obliged.

"Louder, scream it."

"Fuck me, fuck me hard!"

"So everyone can hear."

"FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME YOU FUCKING CHOLO!!!!" Jake didn't know if he had gone too far with that last part but didn't honestly care.

If it pissed Sniper off maybe it would kill his erection. A battering was still better than this. But the man didn't miss a beat, just kept pounding into him mercilessly, more energetic than ever. As he moaned and groaned Jake couldn't ignore how physically aroused he was from the sensory input, and he tried to think of it as only that, his flesh doing what flesh does when it's touched in certain places. He tried to pay attention to everything that wasn't related to the specific situation he was in. The soft horny moaning of the females with them in the room made his thoughts wander away to a nicer place, he could almost dream away thinking he was back in school hooking up with a girlfriend. He focused on their sounds now and did his best to forget that he would hate himself afterwards for cheating on his wife this way. He was pretty close to cumming.

Suddenly he could only use his ears for stimulation, as Sniper had again stopped moving in and out of him. Once the ladies noticed as well they slowed down their mutual mastrubation, waiting for what was to come next. Jake did as last time and curiously turned his head to look at the thug. He was met with a softly serious and contemplating face, sporting a raised eyebrow, looking down on him. Jake knew by now that there was nothing good to come out of Sniper entertaining ideas.

"I think I want you to put in some effort puto. Make me cum."

The words were followed by giggles from Dreamer and the other girl.

Jake figured he had already technically degraded himself similarly when Sniper was fucking his face earlier, and after spitting out his request to get fucked, he really couldn't go any lower, so he moved his knees and palms around slightly to stand a bit more steady and prepared to thrust back onto the thug's dick.

It was a bit awkward but his first shove pushed every inch of Sniper's impressively large cock into his ass. He kept at it for at least a minute, his tempo slow at first but getting quicker near the end. Jake felt in his gut that he was nearing the point of no return now. He sped up his pace even more fiercely and longed for the sweet relief. One lucky thrust backwards and his spot was hit straight on. Jake could feel the warmth rush along his spine and hot pleasure wash over his skin and muscles. His balls tightened towards his body and his dick began spurting an obscene amount of jizz on the floor. He would have been embarrassed but he was too hazy mentally from pleasure to care.

"Holy shit you made yourself cum first. HAHAHAHAAA" Sniper yelled out in amazement.

Jake kept pushing back and forth through the afterglow, and soon the other man bit his teeth together and let out a resounding groan, spilling his big hot load into Jake's ass. In response the girl in pink let out lewd sounds signaling her arrival as well. And lastly, as he pulled out Dreamer came with a cry of pleasure.

Sniper stood up and grabbed his pants from where he had left them. As he put them on the girls corrected their own clothes to try to look more presentable. On his way over to them Sniper turned to look at the officer still laying on his stomach.

"Hey patito you look tired, maybe you should take another nap." The gangster said with mock concern and left through the door. The two women followed and Dreamer closed it behind her.

Jake did feel like sleeping again, so he did.