Pulled Over

by WearBoxrs <WearBoxrs@aol.com>

I didn't have that much to drink. Maybe 4 beers at most, and I was eating the snacks the bartender put out, too, so I figured I was safe to drive back to the dorm. My only problem was that I tended to drive a little fast, but what the hell, right?

Hell was exactly what was waiting for me, when I saw the bouncing red and blue lights behind me. "_d_a_m_n_!" I thought, as I eased the BMW over to the curb, "three _f_u_c_k_in blocks from campus." Oh well, whats another speeding ticket, I figured, rolling down the window.

"Going a little fast, there, don't you think, hotshot?" asked the cop - obviously undercover in his jeans and sweatshirt, badge hangind around his neck on a chain.

"Uh, yeah, I guess so," I answered, perhaps with a little bit too much attitude. (Of course, it didn't help that I was thinking something like "Don't bust my _f_u_c_k_in balls, asshole...")

He looked up at his partner, and shot him an almost wry smile. "Have you been drinking tonite, there, collegeboy?" he asked.

"No, I'm just goin back to my dorm, okay?" I asked, defensively.

"Step out of the car, please," he demanded, opening my door.

"You been out drinkin with some of your frat brothers, there, collegeboy," asked his similarly dressed partner.

"No, I said, no," abruptly. What the hell was going on here? I was fine, and here were these two bored asshole cops giving me a hard time.

"Good," the first one said, "then walk a straight line from me to my partner over there."

The problem was, I couldn't. I mean, I was pretty tired. Actually, maybe I had one too many drinks. It was only 4, right? _s_h_i_t_, suddenly I couldn't remember.

"Looks like we have a couple problems here, doesn't it, Jake," the first cop asked his parnter.

"Yeah, Rob, a few. Seems as though college boy was speeding, driving under the influence AND he lies to cops," Jake replied.

"Wait, now look," I interrupted.

"NO, you little asshole, YOU LOOK," shouted Rob, right in my face, "you are in some big _f_u_c_k_in trouble, so if I were you, I'd just SHUT THE _f_u_c_k_ UP, and LISTEN! Speeding, DWI, probably wreckless driving.... you can forget about college, _f_u_c_k_-up, you are goin to jail!"

"No, no way, man," is all I could muster.

"What, you think your parents can get you a good lawyer to get you out of this one, asshole?" Jake added. "Because, we got you dead to rights, okay? Besides, even a few nights in jail will be enough to make you want to hang from your _f_u_c_k_in underwear in your cell, rich boy. And the record doesn't go away. A good arrest record, and you can that ivy covered college will forget your name real quick. Your _f_u_c_k_in through, man!" he chuckled.

"And on top of it, you're gonna give us attitude, and talk to us like we're some piece of _s_h_i_t_ servents of yours?" asked Rob, "Well, _f_u_c_k_ you, get against the car." With that, he spun me around, and slammed me up against the hood of the undercover car. Grabbing my arms behind me, he cuffed my hands, and started feeling my legs, first one, then the other, frisking me.

When he got to the top of my legs, he actually, grabbed my balls and ass, stopping for a minute, "Hey, Jake, the boys in the cell are gonna love this one!" he said, laughing.

"Heheh, yeah, and when his new 'friends' are through with his asshole, the rats will have plenty of room to crawl in and out! Thing is, collegeboy, you won't even care anymore, cause you won't have any reason to want to get out of jail - there'll be nothin for you!" shot back Jake, laughing with Rob.

Oh, God, all these things were racing through my mind. My life was over. They couldn't do this to me, or could they? Oh, man, what was happening??

"No, please," I pleaded, "please, guys, don't do this to me," I begged.

"Ooooooh, 'please don't do this to me,'" teased Rob, "never takin responsibility for anything. So _f_u_c_k_in typical for you boys. We didn't do anything to you, collegeboy, you didn't his all yourself. Now, you have a price to pay, and you don't want to pony up."

"Oh, man, please, I'll take responsibility, anything, please, I'm beggin you guys, please don't arrest me, I'll do anything, please!!" I pleaded.

"Yeah, why should we do you any favors? You talk to us like we're _s_h_i_t_, and we're supposed to do something for you?" asked Jake.

"I'm sorry, man, I'm so sorry, God, please, help me, don't arrest me, don't end my life, guys," I cried.

Jake grabbed me by the back of the hair, opened the door, and shoved me in the back seat, "Shut up, and get in the car," he ordered. He stood outside, talkin to Rob for a minute, they looked at me, shaking in the back seat, smiled at each other, and got in the car.

Rob got in, and started to drive away, as Jake reached back toward me, and tied some kind of blindfold over my eyes. "You just shut up, you're gonna _d_a_m_n_ well pay for this, and learn you lesson, _s_h_i_t_head," he said.

I could feel the car driving and turning, but had no idea where we were going. After a few minutes, the car stopped, Jake, I think, got out, shut the door, and the car pulled forward a few more feet. I heard something close shut - sounded like a large garage door or something. The car shut off, as the back door opened, with Jake dragging me out by the hair, tossing me on the floor.

"Get up, asshole," he shouted at me, ripping off the blindfold. As my eyes adjusted, I could tell that I was in a pretty well lit garage of some kind, like the kind at the gas station.

"Yeah, you are gonna be real sorry when we're done with you. You're gonna pay your price. We won't arrest you, we won't send you to jail, but tonite, you might just feel like it," shouted Rob.

With that, he took a knife and literally cut and ripped the polo shirt off me. Too scared to say anything, I just stood there as he and Jake cleared away the remaining shreds of shirt before unbuttoning my Calvins, and tugging them down, along with my boxers. Off they came, along with my shoes, leaving me standing there totally naked.

"Wow, the jail boys are sure missing out, there Taylor," said Jake, reading my name from my drivers license. "You'd be the bell of the ball!" he joked, laughing hysterically with Rob.

"Yeah, I'll say," Rob added, "with a hot body like that, your dance card would be filled all the time!"

Now, I didn't have a bad body, at all, in fact. I wasn't a body builder, but I had worked out pretty steadily since I was 15 or so, an had a pretty good build. I stand about 5'10" and weigh in at around 185 pounds. My bright blue eyes stand out against my dark blond hair which was pretty much confined to my head, stomach, legs and around my 7" thick _c_o_c_k_, which hung above two good sized balls. Maybe they were right. I wouldn't last a night in a jail.

Rob and Jake both took of their shirts, both displaying that they, in fact worked out more than I did! With almost equally impressive muscular definintion, Rob was pretty smooth except for the thick patch of hair that started on his lower stomach, trailing into his jeans. Jake had a thin but pretty obvious coat of hair from his neck, down over his sizable pecs.

"Get over here, asshole," Jake said, as he grabbed me by the arm, and led me over to a small metal table. Pushing me down on to the table, Rob tied my arms to each of the legs of the table, stretching me over top of it, while Jake tied my legs to the opposite arms. The table was heavy, and wouldn't move, no matter how much I wiggled.

CRACK, Jake landed his big hand on my ass. "Stop moving, or I'll make it even worse for you that it already will be!" he shouted. The force and the sting of the slap were enough to convince me to stop moving.

I could hear Rob walking behind me, but couldn't tell where he was going, or what he was doing. I just knew that being tied to a heavy metal table in an abandoned garage was not a good sign.

"Shout out for help all you want, but nobody will hear you from in here. It's pretty sound proof," Rob said. All of a sudden I head something whistle through the air, and before I could even register in my head what it might be, I heard a CAAAARRRRAAACK!

No more than a second later, I felt an intense, searing pain tear through my ass. I didn't even have time to cry out before CAAARRRAAACK, another on hit. "AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH," I screamed in pain. From then on, it seemed like a machine gun was whipping my ass, as lash after lash landed, sending jolts of pain through my body.

For a while, all you could hear in the garage was the crack of the leather strap hitting my flesh, and the my screaming voice, becoming incresingly hoarse. Rob didn't miss an inch, as the strap covered my ass, reached around to my hips, and into the crack, above onto my back, and below to the backs of my legs.

"Its too noisy in here. Starting to get on my nerves," Rob said. Without missing a beat, he handed the strap off to Jake, who started whipping me with a new strength. assuming I was about to be gagged again, with some dirty, greasy old rag, I closed my eyes so at least I didn't have to see it.

"Open your eyes, rich boy, I gotta special gag for you," Rob said, menacingly. I opened my eyes just in time to see him pull down his pants to reveal a thick, semi-hard 8" _c_o_c_k_. Sort of shocked, my jaw dropped down - a particularly bad habit at the moment. Siezing the opportunity, Rob siezed my ears, and rammed his manhood down into my mouth, and down my throat. Choaking at first, he pulled it almost all the way out, before shoving it back in again, almost _f_u_c_k_ing my face, while Jake was making tenderized meat out of my ass.

By this time, I could cry out no more, but the tears were pouring out of my eyes, and streaming down my face. "Hey, boy, at least you still got your pretty teeth," Rob said, "in jail, that'd be the first thing to go, besides your virginity!"

Having sais that, Rob pulled himself out of my mouth, and walked back to Jake, who stopped his assault. Even though the beating stopped, it almost didn't matter. It felt like my ass, back and legs were absolutely on fire, with the pain searing deep into my body, like nothing I'd ever felt before. I didn't know pain when I had pledged my fraternity.....

Jake got something out of the car, and I heard him toss it to Rob. I had no idea what it was. I thought I could hear something, but couldn't make out the sound over my own almost voiceless sobs.

Suddenly, I thought I felt something, different, something strange. Rob had one hand on my back, and the other.... "Oh _s_h_i_t_, what the _f_u_c_k_," I thought to myself as I felt one greased finger, then two, slide up my ass. Before I could do anything, but then, what could I do anyway, I felt the fingers retreat, and both of his strong hands on my hips. I knew what was coming.

"Now, collegeboy, this is what you'd get in prison with all your new friends!" Rob said. I felt his _c_o_c_k_ at the entrance to my ass. First pressure, then more pressure, then one good push, and this still semi-hard _c_o_c_k_head had made its way into me. The rest soon followed in one rough push until I felt his _c_o_c_k_ brush my prostrate and his pubic bush crushed between my ass and his pelvis. It was then that the new pain really set in. My head nearly exploded, and I tried to scream again, but all that I could get out was some pathetic, wheeze.

Even loader than me was Rob, groaning in pleasure. "Oh, yeah, collegeboy, you got one tight, hot asshole!" He _f_u_c_k_ed my ass like he _f_u_c_k_ed my mouth, long, smooth strokes in and out.

Jake was busy shucking his own jeans, pulling out a thinner, rock hard 7" _c_o_c_k_, which he filled my mouth with. "Try it on two ends, college-_f_u_c_k_!" he shouted, shoving it all the way down my throat.

I couldn't believe this was happening. A little more than an hour ago I was laughing and joking with some of my friends, enjoying a couple drinks. Now I had a _c_o_c_k_ up _f_u_c_k_ing my ass and another one _f_u_c_k_ing my mouth, experiencing a worse pain that I ever could have imagined. But wait, it wasn't over, yet.

Rob, as he was impaling my already well beatened ass, didn't think I was sucking Jake's _c_o_c_k_ well enough. He picked up the strap, and as he _f_u_c_k_ed me, started whipping my ass all over again. He kept up the pace too, _f_u_c_k_ing and whipping until he tossed the strap down, and abruptly pulled out of me. I saw a used condom hit the floor as he walked around to the front of me, trading places with Jake, and jerking his _c_o_c_k_ until I saw his load of cum shoot out of him, landing all over my hair, shot after shot, as he grunted and screamed in orgasm.

When he finally finished unloading he ran his hands over my head, spreading his gooey juices into my hair. Jake, wasting no time, replaced Rob's _c_o_c_k_ with his own, jamming his hard 7" into my ass. He wasn't quite as long or thick, but hard as steel, and I could feel everyone of his inches rush into me. Keeping up the trend, he too, grabbed the whip and sent it slashing across my ass over and over as he _f_u_c_k_ed me with hard lunges, pulling his _c_o_c_k_ out all the way to the tip before sliding it back in until his hair covered pelvis slapped my ass.

Rob, meanwhile, had bend down next to the table, and with a handful of the KY, grabbed hold of my flaccid _c_o_c_k_, and started groping it to full length. I couldn't believe that it was possible to get hard while experiencing such gut wrenching pain, but I did, and he jerked my _d_i_c_k_ in rythm to Jakes _f_u_c_k_ing and whipping. Suddenly Jake tossed the whip, and pulled out of me. Again I saw a spent rubber hit the floor, and heard Jake screaming out and moaning all at the same time. Instead of walking around, however, he was "talented" enough when he jerked his _c_o_c_k_ to shoot it over my back, hitting the back of my head, which really wasn't that far away, actually.

At some point, my own juices began to flow, and I felt my body convulse in my own orgasm as the fiery hot liquid shot from my pulsating _c_o_c_k_, almost causing me to pass out. I'd never cum so much or so hard in my life.

Rob managed to catch it in his "clean" hand, and was nice enough to bring it to my face. "Eat it, collegeboy," he ordered, "I wanna see you eat up all your hot cum." I didn't know that I could do that, until Jake landed another crack of the whip over my lower back. Too beaten to scream out at the pain, or to resist any further, I opened my mouth, and allowed Rob to feed me my own cum. Gagging on it, I finished, and licked his hand clean as he ordered.

After pulling their clothes back on, they untied me. I collapsed on the floor as they tossed my pants and shoes to me. "Get dressed, collegeboy. It's past your bed time," Jake said.

Painfully, extremely painfully, I pulled my boxers and jeans on, too exhausted to even wince at the pain it caused. The remains of my shirt weren't worth piecing together, so shirtless, they tossed me into the back seat of the car, putting the blindfold back on.

"I think you've learned your lesson, there, Tyler. And I think you've paid your price to society, and to us. We ever catch you driving after tossin a few too many back again, and tonight will become a regular occurance for you in prison, I promise you that," Rob said.

The car slowed to a stop. The blindfold came off, and I was back at my car. Jake pulled me out from the back seat, led me to my own car, and tossed me in with my wallet and keys. "Drive safely, and have a good night, now," he said.

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