"Where am I going?"
Peter Florrick, ex State's Attorney, asked as his wrists were pinned and handcuffed behind his back by a surly police officer while another stood at the door. He couldn't understand what was happening. He had been told that they were coming to get him but he didn't know why. No-one was telling him anything.
"Hey, can you tell me where I'm going?" Peter added. "Am I moving cells?"
"You are" Glenn Childs, the new State Attorney and Peter's rival, said entering the room with an air of superiority and self-confidence. Peter rolled his eyes at it and grinned. He should have known this had something to do with Childs.
"Glenn" Peter forced himself to say as he was led out the door and in front of the man by the police officer.
"Peter" Glenn replied with a smug smile which made Peter's skin crawl. He didn't like it. It seemed like he was up to something. Something bad. The two cops dragged him to the general population of the prison, followed closely by Glenn who didn't want to miss any of it.
"So you're putting me in with the general population, huh?" Peter observed, trying to hide his discomfort as the inmates stared and whistled at him. It looked like the rumors about his one-night stands have reached 'em even in jail... Finally, they stopped at an open cell and Peter turned face to face with Glenn. "It's a bit of a clumsy move, isn't it?"
"Don't worry, we ain't started yet..." Glenn replied as he softly pushed him into his cell before closing the door and locking it. Peter giggled, thinking it was a bluff, until he realized that there was something wrong. First, his wrists. Why was he still handcuffed in his cell? Then, why were the cops still in his cell? He didn't have time to open his mouth and ask what was going on that he found himself shoved to his knees with the two police men holding him down and pressing his face against the bars. What the...? Shocked, he looked up through the steel grille and shivered at the sight of Glenn opening his zipper. "Ready to entertain me?"
"I..
Peter couldn't get a whole sentence out that he was pulled back by his hair and pushed into the bars, roughly. Gloating, Glenn opened his pants and pulled 'em down enough for his hard cock to bounce free. It was big. If he had to guess 8,5 inches of massive flesh with a swollen head already dripping. Peter swallowed. It... it couldn't be happening. Yet, it was. Glenn expressively nudged his cock between the bars and one of the cops, pulling him by the hair, dragged his face over it. Peter tried to resist. He shut his mouth and forced himself not to open it for any reason. It wasn't easy, though. The more he struggled the more Glenn pushed his hard cock against his closed lips and the cop pulled hard. Peter held on until he couldn't anymore and gave in, letting his jaw drop reluctantly. He felt sick as soon as Glenn's pulsing cock slid between his lips and over his tongue, filling his mouth with its slick precum. Then, to make matters worse, Glenn's hands slipped through the steel grille and replaced the police officer's in his hair.
"Whatcha waiting for? Service me!" Glenn screamed, pushing Peter's head onto his cock abruptly. The ex State's Attorney hesitated for a second trying to pull back but eventually getting held in place by the cops. He... he didn't see another option. Submissively, he swirled his tongue around the stiff cock and slithered the tip into his slit, making his rival grip his hair and moan quietly. He couldn't stand that sound. His sound. Peter tried to picture someone else in Glenn's place. Zach, his son... But for the life of him, he couldn't stop thinking it was Glenn. Zach would have never been so rough. Zach would have never forced him into it. Zach... "What's up Florrick? You out of batteries yet? Show some enthusiasm or I'll have to borrow these good officer's taser..."
Peter felt a shiver ran down his spine at those words and panicked. He knew that Glenn would have no qualms about using a taser on him if he got the chance to, so... Unwillingly, Peter strove to throw himself into it and hollowed his cheeks, sucking as hard as he could. Glenn groaned deeply as he bobbed his head on his hard cock and tried to deepthroat him. He tried to relax his jaw muscles and slowly took as much of Glenn's thick cock as he could. The other man threw his head back at the feeling of Peter swallowing him, inch by inch, as his cock made his way down his tight throat. The ex State's Attorney went almost all the way down when... he gagged. Hard. He tried to suppress it and take it all. He was so close... This close... He could almost feel Glenn's bushy, dark pubic hair tickling his full lips... And... Awk! Eventually, his gag reflex got the better of him and he had to pull back with all his strength, to the general disappointment. "I-I'm sorry... I couldn't make it..." Peter apologized, choking and coughing, as a long string of spit and precum still connected his mouth to the head of Glenn's cock. He felt awful. His throat was sore, aching and he didn't have the courage to look up at Childs. Who knew how he would have reacted? Who knew how he would have made him pay. Who knew how-
"It's alright. Don't worry..." Glenn said kindly, patting him on the head. Surprised by his reaction, Peter looked up at his face and saw him smiling, sweetly. So, Glenn did have a heart. He wasn't the monster he thought. Maybe, it all would have worked out. "You know, I always say if it doesn't fit his mouth, try another hole" Peter froze for a moment and his heart skipped a beat. Did... did it mean what he thought it meant? Glenn was going to... fuck him? Before he could do anything about it, before he could even open his mouth and say a word, Peter felt the officers' hands on him. On his chest. On his thighs. On his back. They were pulling and tearing his clothes roughly, leaving him with just shreds of fabric here and there, within a minute.
"Please, stop..." Peter begged softly, with a whisper of a voice as the two cops came hard at him and knocked him to the ground onto his back. His first reaction was to fight. He kicked and bucked desperately until the police officers grabbed hold of his legs and spread them wide. Glenn watched amused Peter getting taken down and licked his lips in anticipation at the glimpse of his rival's hole through his ripped out boxers. It looked so... new. Unused. Well, if that was the case, he would have taken care of it gladly. Impatiently, he dropped to his knees and motioned the police officers to lift Peter's ass. The ex State's Attorney offered no resistance as he was grabbed by the hips and put at the perfect height for fucking. He was petrified. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't believe that it was happening. Then, he felt the swollen head of Glenn's cock at his entrance and broke down, crying. "No, don't... Please... I'm a virgin! I'm a virgin!"
"Seriously? Out of every man you have paid to have sex with, you've never gotten fucked? What a shame... I'll remedy it immediately" Glenn replied harshly, reaching between the bars and grasping him by his thighs. Peter tried to pull himself together not wanting to give Glenn the satisfaction of hearing him cry but the tears kept rolling down his face. He was sure that crying wouldn't have stopped the new State's Attorney from doing what he wanted to do, much less set him free, but somehow he felt the hold on him loosen up. Little did he know that Glenn was planning something even worse... "Hey, Bob. Why don't you hand me your baton?"
The cop smirked and willingly pulled the truncheon out of his belt before passing it to Glenn. Peter swallowed nervously as he saw the whole thing from the ground. He knew exactly what was the baton use and he knew exactly what Glenn had in mind. In no time, without even a minute to prepare, he felt the cold end of the truncheon pressed firmly against his virgin hole. The ex State's Attorney gritted his teeth and tried to clench enough to hinder its entrance as Glenn pushed the baton against his hole, mercilessly. Peter winced, in pain. He tried anything to keep it out until he realized it was only prolonging his agony. Glenn was going to fuck him whether he liked it or not. So, what was the point? Why make it worse?
Resigned, Peter tried to relax and let the rounded tip slip inside, but it was harder than he thought. If only Glenn had given him some time... If only Glenn had prepped him properly... If only any of this wasn't happening... A sharp cry erupted from his mouth as soon as the truncheon popped past his tight rim and slid in. Glenn took advantage of it and slammed it all the way in, to the hilt, before stopping and enjoying his rival's expression of woe. This gave Peter the chance to adjust to the thick intrusion up his ass and its burning feeling. It was... stabbing. Unbearable. The worst thing he had ever experienced in his whole life. That was, until Glenn started ramming the baton in and out, merciless. A a series of piercing screams burst through the room as he twisted and rotated it roughly, trying to stretch his hole as wide as possible. It really hurt. Like hell. He was almost sure he was going to pass out from the pain he was feeling when it violently ripped from him as the truncheon was suddenly removed from his ass and promptly replaced with Glenn's leaking cock.
"Oh, fuck! You're so tight! Bet you're enjoying my cock too!" Glenn shouted at the top of his lungs as he penetrated Peter with one powerful thrust and buried himself deep inside him. He didn't have to wait long for an answer since the ex State's Attorney let out an agonizing, loud scream right away. Such music to his ears... So arousing... As a matter of fact, this wasn't only Peter's first time, it was also his. He had never fucked a man before and had never ever felt anything like that. The tightness. The heat. How his throbbing cock was trapped by his rival's stretched ass which clenched around it so tight and good. Yet, that was just the start of it... "Are you ready for it?"
"Please..." Peter begged devastated, as he felt something press against his hole next to Glenn's cock. He knew exactly what it was. He could have never forgotten that feeling. The baton... Without too much of a problem, Glenn worked it in, pushing it past his abused entrance and Peter screamed his head off. He felt, if possible, even more filled, even more stretched, even more hurt. He couldn't take it anymore. Glenn smirked and let a grunt escape from his lips as the truncheon slid in carelessly, pulling Peter's tight hole around his cock. Shit... The feel of it next to his cock and inside his rival was amazing, mind-blowing, and he couldn't refrain from moving anymore. Despite the steel grille between 'em, Glenn didn't let it stop him from getting what he wanted. He grabbed at Peter's hip with one hand and drove into him wildly as he gripped the baton with the other and moved both shafts inside him.
The ex State's Attorney let out an unearthly shriek as he was fucked hard and fast. It was too much. He had reached his limit. His ass was getting split in two. His hands were hurting 'cause of the tight handcuffs. His whole body was aching from being held down. When would it all be over? Mercifully, the end was nearer than he thought. The hard press of the baton... The added pressure and friction... The tightness of his walls clenching and squeezing... All of this together was enough to push Glenn to the edge, already. Feeling his balls tighten, he buried himself in one final thrust and finally came. 7 spurts of warm, sticky spunk shot out of his cock and filled Florrick's ass completely. The ex State's Attorney shivered at the squishing, moist feeling coating his insides and somehow marking him. Glenn panted heavily and tried to catch his breath before pulling his cock and the truncheon out of his Peter's ass, briskly. Peter whimpered at the loss as felt cold air blast against his burning hole. He felt relieved. He felt free. He felt- A feeling of disgust came over him as his eyes fell on the baton streaked with blood. His blood. He felt his stomach churn. He had nothing to feel relieved about. He... he had been raped. "You got what you wanted... You fucked me. Now, leave me alone..."
"I hate to break it to you, Peter, but I assured these two diligent officers you would have let 'em have their fun, too. Did you think they would have helped him without something in return?" Glenn explained ruthlessly as he tucked his softening cock into his pants and pulled up the zipper up. Hesitantly, Peter looked around at the cops behind him and started to tremble, catching 'em stroking their raging hard-on through the fabric of their pants. No... It couldn't be true... Somebody had to pinch him. Somebody had to wake him up from that nightmare. Glenn laughed, seeing the look on his face. "Maybe when they're done with you, you'll be able to deepthroat a cock properly. And if they won't, the other inmates will. Welcome to the general population, slut"