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Highway Patrol, Part II Yes, his memory all came back with a roar, and his mind forced him to re-live that experience, burning it into his memory forever. He and his partner Bill had been on routine foot patrol through an area of Dallas noted for its abandoned warehouses. It was a haven for all sorts of unsavory characters.. dealers, the homeless, the addicted, etc. It was their job to make sure that anyone found squatting in the old buildings was removed to a shelter or somewhere else in order to prevent fires and other property damage. They had come across a doorway which appeared forced, radioed their location, and entered the building to investigate. It sounded like there were people in the basement, but it was a large building and, without lights, it was hard to find their way around. Bill suggested they split up to search out the occupants, and flashlights in hands, they split up. Mike was not very successful in finding the stairs to the basement and it took him a good 10 minutes to do so. He cautiously worked his way down and listened carefully. The voices were louder now, but still seemed to be coming from the opposite end of the building. He began to creep toward the sounds, being careful to be totally silent. Bill had found a staircase almost immediately. He went down, but had stumbled on the first step, making a dull thud with his boot and cursing softly to himself. That was all the warning the intruders had needed. As Bill reached the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner, he was struck in the face with a large fist, while being tackled around the knees by another pair of arms. He went down in a flash, and found a gag being quickly tied around his mouth. His hand were pinned behind his back and cuffed with his own handcuffs, while his legs were tied with his belt. He rolled over and saw his attackers. There were four black youths, all about 18-20 years old, all lean and sinewy, wearing what appeared to be gang colors and clothing. They had been unarmed, but now had his pistol and night-stick, and were giggling and talking rapidly amongst themselves. "You de only cop what come in here?" the apparent leader demanded, picking up Bill's uniform cap and looking at it carefully. Bill shook is head yes. The leader put on Bill's cap and said, "So white-boy, why you comin' in here lookin' for trouble wit us? We be mindin' our own bizness and you be messin' 'round causin' us to have to fuck wit you." They all appeared and smelled to be at least half-way drunk, but didn't seem to be high on drugs. Bill hoped that Mike would soon arrive and get control of the situation. It shouldn't be taking this long for him to get here. As he was thinking this, Mike was drawing nearer to the voices. He still couldn't make out any words, but was definitely getting closer. He could even see a little light shining off in the distance from around a corner. He slowly approached, drawing his gun so as to be prepared when he rounded the corner. "Everybody freeze!" he cried as he came around and dropped into firing position. He then saw that his partner was bound on the floor, and four black dudes were gathered around him. One had an exceptionally wicked looking knife next to Bill's throat and said "No way asshole. You drop de gun now or dis cop bleeds!" Mike only thought a moment before surrendering his weapon. He knew that reinforcements would arrive within a matter of minutes if they didn't report back to headquarters with their progress on this job. If he could stall them long enough, help would arrive and everything would be ok. "Well you liar" said the leader. "You say they be no mo' cops here and in walk dis one. Now what we gonna do?" "I know! Let's have 'em fight each other!" "Yeah, let's make 'em fight. Da winner fuck de loser. Dat be so coool, one white cop fuck anotha' white cop! We can take bets on who gonna win, this little fucker on da floor or dis big fucker standin' here wid his mouth hangin' open like a idiot!" "OK, let's see how we gonna do dis. Squatz, you and Slice take off all de cloz except his drawers on dis one here (indicating Bill) and me an' Trip'll strip off dis big one here. An' don' nobody try an' stop us 'cause Squatz gonna cut yo buddy if you do!" Mike watched in horror as Slice pulled yet another knife and began cutting away Bill's shirt. It was soon a mass of shreds, and his under-shirt followed. Bill had a hairy chest, and an OK body, but he didn't work out much and so wasn't any more defined than a normal 29 year old. They then removed his boots and socks and cut away his pants, leaving him tied in his white boxer shorts. He didn't struggle at all as Squatz kept his own knife pressed next to his throat. Once they were finished with Bill, they turned to Mike. As he wasn't tied, they could rip open his shirt and pull it off. His T-shirt was next and they cut it open, exposing his well developed pecs and ripped abs. "Ooooh, a muscle cop! Look like my bets gonna be on dis one!" exclaimed Slice. "Let's see what de rest of him lookin' like!" He unfastened Mike's belt, button and unzipped the fly, letting the pants drop to his ankles. Meanwhile, Trip had been removing his boots and socks. When finished they forced Mike to step out of his pants, so he was only standing in his boxers, too. The leader put on Mike's shirt and pulled the pants on. He slung Mike's gun belt over his shoulder and exclaimed, "Shit! Now who's da man, white boy?" He looked at the two stripped cops and said, "OK. Now dat everybody ready for the fight, let's let 'em go to it! I got de gun an' anybody don't play get shot in de foot. Dey still don' play, I shoots 'em somewhere else. Squatz, let dat one you got loose so he can fight. After all, dis gonna be fair!" and with that he laughed. Bill found his gag being removed, and the cuffs and belt taken off. He was allowed to stand, and turned to face Mike. Bill knew he was no match for Mike in a fight. For one thing, Mike was about 6'1" and 180 lbs. He was only 5'11" and 170 lbs. He also knew Mike worked out regularly and was quite strong. He began to ponder the possibilities of the two of them taking on the four black guys. Mike was also looking at the possibilities. Finally, he decided to go along with the fight. He knew they were out-manned, out-gunned, out-armed, and nearly naked! Help should be arriving soon, and if he could make the fight last long enough, they should soon have all the help they would need. "Let's see what they packin' here" said the Leader. He approached Bill and reached through his fly and groped him. Bill flinched at the touch of another man's hand on his cock and balls as the Leader tugged and pried at his balls. "I knows 12 year olds what hang better than dis cop!" he sneered. "Look to me like these white boys shouldn't have no kids if dis all dey got to fuck wit'!" Bill was mortified. He knew he wasn't well-hung, but from all he'd heard, he was at least average with a 6.5" hard cock. But here was this guy deriding him in front of his partner, implying that he had a teensy dick! "Let's see what dis other fucker got!" as he approached Mike. He reached into Mike's boxers and found what he was looking for. He whistled and said "Now dis be more like it! I knows my bets gonna be on this fucker. His dick be ok! Jus' so long as he don' let dat other fucker get his balls, he gonna win!" Mike, too, was embarrassed at being groped by this man, but also a little pleased at the compliment. "It must be real nice to have a dick and set of balls like yours" said the Leader. "I be havin' no problems wid de ladies if'n I did!" "Ok you fucks, now you fight. Winner fuck de loser in de ass. An' to help you along, have some a dis!" He grabbed a can of motor oil that had been discarded some time ago in the basement and poured half of it down Mike's chest, pulling his boxers out so the oil ran down through his crotch, coating his dick and balls with the thick, slick fluid. The remainder he poured down Bill's chest, repeating the procedure. He then massaged each man's crotch, making sure the boxers were soaked and the cocks well-oiled. "Start now, an' remember, anybody try anything, I shoots de other man in de foot!" Mike and Bill eyed each other warily. They neither one wanted this to be happening. Mike lunged at Bill, grabbed him and spun him around, and was able to whisper to him while doing so "just put up a fight, we'll both stall and help should get here before we have to do anything serious!" Bill grunted in reply and attempted an escape of Mike's hold. They spun apart, and slowly began circling. "Come on you fucks!" cried the Leader, "you best get started here or we gonna finish da job fo' you!" "Shit" Mike thought. "They're not going to let me stall at all!" He again grabbed at Bill and forced him to his knees. "Easy buddy, I've got to make this look halfway good," he said as he struggled to contain Bills swinging arms. Bill was attempting to fight back, but Mike had a good height/weight advantage, and most of his efforts were devoted to escape only. Mike knew that he needed to put a little more convincing effort into this, but was afraid to go too fast, or he'd really have to fuck Bill. Just then a shot rang out! "I said hurry the fuck up! We ain't got all night to watch you white boys dance! If somebody don't get fucked real fast, they gonna find a bullet up dey ass!" Mike got the message, and so did Bill. Both men attacked, chests pressed together, crotches mashed against each others thighs as their arms struggled for domination. Mike's advantages soon overcame Bill's efforts as he was forced back onto the floor. Mike quickly turned him over and jerked his boxers down, exposing his partner's ass to the assembled group. Bill cried "NO", but Mike pulled the drawers completely off, leaving Bill naked. He then pinned Bill's arms with his own and settled over his body, crotch to ass, chest to back. He whispered "I hope help gets here fast... I don't know how much longer I can stall." Bill sighed in anguish, not knowing what to expect next. "So come on fucker, get on with it!" "I can't, I can't get hard!" Mike replied. "Well your buddy best make it hard, less'n I hafta shoot it." Bill said "OK, I'll suck it!" He had never done it before, but figured it was better than getting shot, and at least he could stall longer. Mike was surprised at the reply, but understood what Bill was doing. Mike pulled out his dick and shoved it at Bill's face. Bill tentatively licked at it, nearly retching at the taste of the motor oil that was all over it. Still, he managed to get the head into his mouth and began to suck half-heartedly. Mike was surprised at his cock's response to Bills mouth. He never felt queer in his life, but his dick was getting stiff almost instantly! This wouldn't help at all. He tried to think of other things, but his dick easily won the contest and was soon fully hard and beginning to drool pre-cum. Bill's eyes had widened as the dick in his mouth grew larger and larger. His plan had failed. The Leader saw what had happened and said "Look hard enough to me now. So fuck him!" Mike withdrew from Bills mouth and said "I'll do it, but I need to do it real slow.. He's never had a dick up his ass and I don't want to hurt him." "OK" sneered the Leader. He watched as Mike turned Bill onto his stomach again and moved back into position over his partner's ass. He gently nudged his throbbing dick against Bill's sphincter and pushed slightly. Bill felt terror race through his body at the thought of Mike's big dick shoving into his asshole, and clinched shut in fear. Mike said "Easy buddy, I'll go real slow, just relax and let it happen." At that moment, the Leader came up and shoved Mike's ass with all his strength! Mike's dick which had been perfectly positioned rammed completely into Bill's ass in one quick motion, sinking all the way in to Mike's balls. Bill blacked out. Mike yelled "You fucker, I'm gonna kill you for this!" and tried to back out of Bill. But the Leader held him firmly in place, while the others gathered around and helped hold Mike's arms and legs, keeping him from struggling much. Then, the Leaded lifted Mike's hips and pulled him part way out, then shoved him in again. "If'n you don' fuck him, I'll help you do it!" and he continued raising and lowering Mike's hips. Mike's dick liked the feelings it was having, even though his mind was resisting. Bill regained consciousness and yelled in agony with each thrust of Mike's cock. Everyone else was enjoying themselves immensely, watching one white cop fuck the other. The oil was getting slicker with the heat of their bodies, and they were now well-coated with it. Mike felt himself getting close to cumming and suddenly felt the Leader pull him completely from Bill. His dick popped out with a slight sucking sound and bobbed in the air, wildly looking for the warm hole it had been so rudely removed from. Slice and Squatz both tied Bill's arms together, as the Leader and Trip pulled Mike away. The other two then tied Bill's legs, immobilizing him. They then removed their own clothes, revealing lean, sinewy bodies with hard dicks waving in front of them. Neither was over 7 inches, but both were fairly thick. Squatz said "Now it's my turn", and crawled onto Bill. He wiped some of the oil onto his dick, then shoved it in. Bill yelled again, but he was helpless to defend himself and could only lay there and hope it would end soon. Meanwhile, the other three were turning their attentions to Mike. "Yeah, dis dick gonna have a good time yet! Look at how it like to be touched!" the Leader said as he played with Mike's hard cock. Slice reached down and grabbed Mike's balls, squeezing them tightly. Mike moaned in pain, and received a slap across the face for his trouble. "Shut up!" They then ripped off his boxers and forced him to the floor on his back. Trip sat across Mike's chest, facing him, slapping his dick back and forth across Mike's face. Meanwhile Slice sat directly behind Trip, facing Mike's dick. He grabbed it with both hands and began stroking it. The Leader pried Mike's legs apart and held them up in "V", exposing his ass and balls. The Leader wasted no time. He greased his dick, positioned it over the hole, and shoved. Resistance! Mike was tight and he didn't break through. He shoved again. Still tight. He wiped more oil through Mike's crack and tried a third time. This time, his dick-head got all the way in before Mike clamped back down. Now he was stuck. He couldn't back out because Mike's sphincter had him tightly held just below the crown of his cock, and he couldn't go further in because his shaft thickened rapidly. He was being forced to fuck with just his dick-head! The sensation was weird. "Pull his tits!" he yelled, while grabbing the nuts that were laying in front of him. As he squeezed the balls, Trip pulled and twisted Mike's nipples. His sphincter gave up, relaxed, and the Leader shoved all the way in. He began to fuck slowly, hitting Mike's prostate with each thrust. thrilling to the control and domination he had over the white cop. He transferred Mike's legs to Slice and wrapped his black fingers around Mike's rigid pink shaft, rubbing his fingers over Mikes red and swollen glans. His other hand continued to squeeze the large balls, as his dick slowly slid in and out. Mike was going wild with frustration and sensation. He opened his mouth to yell and Trip shoved his dick in, saying "you bite it you die!" Mike allowed his mouth to be fucked, feeling Trip's dick slide into his throat. He tried not to gag, but couldn't help it. Trip didn't care and kept up the assault. Slice held Mike's legs as far apart as possible, watching the black fingers of his leader stroking up and down the glistening white dick. It was amazing how fragile a white cock looked. All veins and red and helpless! He noticed that Mike's balls barely fit into the Leader's hand, but they too were all defenseless looking. Mike was totally unable to move, and he felt like his balls were going to be crushed while his dick felt like it would explode. Trip began working his tits again while still fucking his face. His dick was leaking like mad now and his balls were struggling to settle in next to the base of his cock so they could unload, but the Leader kept them pulled away. His prostate was going wild with the continued pounding it was receiving, and his whole body began to vibrate with tension. Suddenly, he felt Trip's dick swell in his mouth, and tasted the salty sticky taste of the other man's cum as he unloaded down Mike's throat. Meanwhile, the Leader began cumming, slamming as hard as he could into Mike's virgin ass as he shot his load into Mike's guts. As he shot, his grip on Mike's dick increased, as did his stroking tempo. His hand clamped decisively around the base of Mike's balls, squeezing the helpless nuts tight into their sack. Slice released MIke's legs and pressed firmly against Mike's navel and the bone right at the base of his dick. He went over the edge. He heard himself scream as his first volley exploded from his cock and hit the Leader square in the mouth. The second shot hit him in the chest, the third hit Slice in the chest, and the rest left descending strings of sticky cum trailing down the Leader's chest. It was then that he heard other sounds in the room as the re-enforcements arrived. He glanced round and saw several other police officers charging the room, each with horrified looks of hock and dismay written plainly on their faces. The humiliation and embarrassment were too much for him, coming right on the heels of his tremendous orgasm, and his mind shut down, blocking the entire night's events from his waking memory. And he had remembered none of it until he heard the words "It must be real nice to have a dick and set of balls like yours." Now it was all back in his mind. Permanently. Forever. And he understood why Bill had been so different afterwards. Now, it looked like he was in even deeper shit than that time. There had to be a way out! Mexico was not on his list of places to be going involuntarily!