To Trust A Cop

Beta: working on it
Warning: borderline-noncon, bdsm, abuse
Notes: I swear, one of these days I’m gone have a writing rush and manage two chapters a month. I Swear!

Anyhow. Heed the warnings. This is not for those who doesn’t like what the warnings say....
I’m speaking for deaf ears, right? You wouldn’t read this far if you didn’t like the previous chapters that’s been a lot of the same....
*continues talking to herself*


38

The apartment was dark part from the street lights filtering in through the dusty window. Squall laced the heavy boots before zipping the though leather jacket and slinging the backpack over his shoulder.

“Sure I shouldn’t come with you?”

“I’m sure. Stay home, go to work,” Squall answered the antsy man.

Nida bit on his thumb nail and weighed back and forth on his feet.

“You absolutely certain? You might need help or stuff? You know, like old time?”

Squall gave a dark stare at that comment. As if Nida had ever been to any help then. The brunet had always done everything himself and wasn’t about to change that now.

“I’ll be back in a few days. You better not make a mess,” he warned and opened the door.

“Sure, no problem. It’ll be spotless when you get back,” the dark haired man smiled.

Squall doubted that but was also fairly certain Nida wouldn’t do anything stupid. Like inviting idiotic friends and tear the place apart. The night air was refreshing. He was nervous and excited. It was as if everything was sharper. Every smell, every sound and every detail on the buildings and streets. He was feeling alive to a ridiculous degree.

The brunet opened the garage and revealed the bike. It was gleaming from the lights and he imagined it was purring in the same excitement he felt. How many times had they sneaked off in the night to compete? Too many times. Way too many times. Yet he was here, ready to take off.

“Ready girl? It was sometime since last,” he whispered and picked up his helmet.

If it was adrenaline sharpening his senses, he didn’t know, but he felt just before he heard the fast footsteps. Squall started to turn as he was grabbed from behind. He gave an angry shout and started trashing in the grip. A cloth was pressed over his face. He clawed the strong hand until blood was drawn, it didn’t get him anywhere though.

His head started spinning and his body stopped responding to him. What was this? Why? Kidnapping? Then the world turned black.

*****

He came to with a sudden jerk and gasp for breath. Squall gave a muffled groan in the sudden pain that assaulted his sense. Arms bent behind his back and secured by strong shackles, each leg having calf and thigh tied together. What really made him cry out in pain as he moved was the very sharp edge he was straddling. There was a rope or something of the kind around his chest, keeping him up to a degree. It prevented him from getting off of the thing and save him from the pain.

Squall panted sharply around the large thing in his mouth. A rubber ball way too large to easily handle. It took his still dizzy head a moment to understand that he was blindfolded. Increased awareness only brought him more discomfort and pain. There was no way to sit on what he did without it hurting. Shifting around made it worse. Hyne, what was happening? It couldn’t be Seifer now, could it? That would just be the most ridicules timing ever.

He wouldn’t go to this length either. Or would he? Squall huffed in his try to get lose from his bonds but found them quite secure. If it was the cop he was going to kill him, slow and painful. If he thought the cold shoulder had been bad after that incident at the nightclub he didn’t know suffering. At least it was what Squall told himself. As he heard… something, he froze.

Breathing strained and body taut to identify what it was. The realization that there was someone, or a lot of someones, watching him made him go rigid. He heard it again, someone moving about. Not necessarily far away, but damn silent. He could practically feel eyes burning on his body. Squall shifted in his bonds again and demanded his release behind the ball gag. Ineffectively, yes, but so much better than sitting there playing the victim.

Because just sitting there imagining that this wasn’t Seifer made something hard and painful knot in his stomach. It made his heart start thudding in his head. Squall jumped as a hand suddenly squeezed his buttock. Another was added on his other and the globes were spread sharply. Squall gave an involuntary groan in pain as he was pushed down on the sharp edge. The edge dug into his balls and flaccid cock and that sent little sparkles to his eyes.

Then the hands explored his body. Stroked his heaving stomach up to his nipples. The small nubs were painfully pinched and stretched to the point where he thought they would come off. Squall cursed behind the gag and demanded the bastard to stop the stupid game. He gave a muffled cry as his ass was suddenly and harshly slapped with something that wasn’t a hand. Again and his whole body jerked.

Squall cried out again as teeth took the abandoned nipple as the paddle came down over and over again. He tensed his knees to get leverage off of the edge thing and somehow get away from the hurtful slaps. His hip was gripped and used to push him back down and that sent a colorful explosion of pain behind his eyes. Squall screamed and was perfectly still, shivering.

The youth bit down hard in the gag, forcing away the nerve-wreaking agony. Two fingers suddenly pressed into his tightly clenched anus, causing him to whimper. Squall groaned in pain as his nipples were mauled and his anus forcefully finger fucked. Hyne. Stop. At least give him proof that it was the cop. He was sure it was but one couldn’t stop wondering.

Squall was slightly shivering and breathing hard as the assault stopped. Only for a while, then his nipples were pinched and stretched again. Something very sharp was put around one and Squall arched and cried out from the onslaught of pain. God Hyne. It hurt. Almost enough to drown out the sensation of the other nipple being treated the same. It throbbed and pulsed and felt swollen and warm. It hurt.

He whimpered as they were flicked. Then the person stepped away and he was alone. Squall strained his hearing to try and follow the man. Just give him something. Some little thing to make sure it was Seifer. Suddenly an arm was around his waist and took his weight as the ropes supporting him went lax. Squall reflexively struggled as he left the support, however painful it was, and had to rely on the man carrying him.

He was pressed chest to chest and one hand squeezed his buttock while the other arm lay around his waist. Squall wondered if he should try a head-butt. Though it wouldn’t give him anything. A hurtful drop to the floor maybe. Something cold and hook like touched his back and was fastened to the ropes around his chest and then he was released.

Squall huffed as his whole weight was put in those sharp ropes around his chest and arms. He slowly started to twist in the air because of his reflexive moving. For a long while he was left like that. Slowly twisting in his bond, wondering where the man was and what he planned. Then suddenly hands were on him again. From nowhere and it made him jolt and shout in anger/surprise.

Squall swallowed around the gag as his legs were freed. He didn’t reach any floor though and they felt like jelly. He still paddled and kicked frantically until his hair was fisted and used to bend his head back. Three fingers thrust up in him sharply, digging deep and hurtful while the fist in his hair made his whole back arch. Squall panted harshly and went completely still, terrified that something would break. If not his neck, then his spine.

Slowly he was released and hung like a doll, gasping. It was hard breathing once you started to gasp. One foot was grabbed and dragged backwards, further and further and then a rope was around the ankle and he was stuck. His other foot was taken and dragged back but also spread him wide. Squall shouted a protest and started wiggling. He was suspended how far from the floor, tilted until his whole body arched painfully and he had a hard time keeping his head up from strain.

His dangling genitals were gripped and fondled, it made him jump embarrassingly and twist. Squall cursed behind the gag and struggled in his bonds. It only made the ropes bite in sharper. One hand fondled his throbbing nipples and the other stroked his back, down to his buttocks. The youth protested loudly as fingers yet again pressed inside the exposed anus.

He was released and only heard his own sharp breathing. Damn it! Just say something. Do anything that would make him sure. Squall froze and held his breath as he heard a whining in the air. A sound you recognized if you had ever been beaten. Squall screamed a protest and struggled again until the whip came smarting over his buttocks. Pain. A second time and Squall cried out and arched even more.

There was no escaping the brutal tool. It licked his ass and thighs till the point where he could only scream incoherently. Stop, stop, please stop. The pain was too much. Having no way of stopping it, no control whatsoever made it even worse. Made the pain sharper. He was given a pause and Squall hung heavily, futilely trying to control his sobbing.

It started again and he screamed. The nasty whip licked him around the hips and more than once it nudged his balls and dick, making him jump forcefully. Fear twisted his gut and made him shake and cry uncontrollably. As he was given a second pause, Squall hung lifelessly. Salt from tears found its way into his mouth, past the gag.

His throat and mouth was dry like sandpaper, his body wrecked with trembling. Please, no more. Please, just say something. Some snide comment or even a groan. Something that would assure him this wasn’t a madman he didn’t know. Squall jumped as a hand stroked his blazing thigh up to his buttock. Over his ass and up along his trembling back. The small of his back was hurting from the straining position.

Squall whimpered as his pulsing nipples were pinched and stretched. Quite suddenly something, a weight by the feel of it, was put to the clasp around one nipple. Squall wailed as it was released and brutally stretched the flesh. It would tear off. Straight off of his chest. Flesh wasn’t supposed to take that abuse. The same was done to his other nipple, wringing a cry from him.

The youth sobbed and bit hard in the gag. What could he possibly do to stop it? What could he do to get knowledge about the unidentified person? Squall flinched as his member was tugged at and balls massaged. He whimpered as the balls were stretched from his body. A cord of some kind was circled round them and drawn taut. As they were released, they was kept stretched taut by a weight of some sort. Squall moaned in pain, huffed and shivered.

The brunet whined in despair as his stomach was rubbed. Fingers teasing the strained muscles and probing his sides where the ribs started. Then he was alone again. Squall gave a protest as he heard the whining of the whip again. He cried out from shock as it licked him across his stomach. Not as fast as over his buttocks. Slow and hard, calculated strokes to hit perfectly.

Stripping his stomach far down to barely touch his cock. Up again and in between his stretched nipples. Squall screamed. Each hit causing him to flinch or jolt and causing the weights to sway. Please stop. He was crying uncontrollably again. The beating stopped, until the whip smacked across his buttocks again. It made Squall wail a whole octave higher. The already blazing area screamed bloody murder at the abuse. Over and over until he was a wailing mess mindlessly begging behind the gag.

It stopped but Squall couldn’t stop crying or trembling. He expected it to come along his stomach again, or start over. It didn’t much matter that he couldn’t hear much else than his own crying and whimpering. He jolted as his anal was abused by fingers again, lubricated this time and it didn’t stop at three fingers. All four pressed inside and groped around.

Squall wasn’t sure he would protest getting fucked, as long as he didn’t get beaten again. The fingers left and he expected hands on his hips and a cock ripping into him. It took a minute before he realized that it wouldn’t happen. Not now. His mindless crying had stilled some, he was still trembling. Fear was coiling his stomach like an acid snake.

Would he get beaten again? Or something worse? Mutilated in some way? The pain in nipples and balls was starting to seep back and become the number one agony again. What was he doing? Why wasn’t anything happening?

Squall managed to control his breathing down to a suitable level. He strained his hearing again, to pick up any sound of the other. His body was flaming. More than his flogged skin, muscles and bones started to seriously complain the position and strain.

Suddenly his ass was squeezed, it made him cry out and jolt from scare. The punished globes were squeezed and fondled and mauled like dough. Making him hiss and groan in pain. It was still better than the nasty whip. He jolted as lubricated fingers thrust inside again. Two or three. Squall wailed as he was suddenly flogged over the buttocks again. Something smaller than the whip since his anus was continually assaulted.

The flog danced around and hit him across the sides of his thighs. Licked around them to hit the front of them too. Squall sobbed desperately but had no strength to struggle. His body too strained and exhausted already. He sobbed and wailed at the treatment and had the reflexive jolting pain brought. The flog shifted to his other thigh and gave it the same treatment.

As it stopped, Squall hung heavily. He was softly begging through the gag. It felt surreal. It wasn’t really happening. It wasn’t really him hanging there, getting beaten like a dog. He was sure it wasn’t the cop and it scared him incomprehensible. Seifer wouldn’t hurt him to this extent. Wouldn’t kidnap him and do this. Squall jolted and whimpered as hands stroked him again. He was trembling and couldn’t stop it.

Firm hands stroked his face and made the youth flinch. Tears were smeared over his cheeks and lips teased by a rough thumb. To his surprise and relief the horrid gag was slowly unclasped and dropped on the floor by the sound from it. Squall gasped loudly and chewed sore jaws. He had no saliva, so dry in mouth and throat. All crying and screaming probably. Fear, maybe.

“Seifer?”

His voice was hoarse and barely carried. A firm hand gripped his jaws and a pipe of some sort pushed into his mouth. Squall choked at the first flow of water, then drank greedily. Why he was given water was beyond him, he still devoured every drop he was given. When the bottle was taken away his stomach felt taut from so much cold water. He was still thirsty. Squall tried hearing the man. Did he have to beg? Was it worth that? Yes, damn it, it was.

“Seifer? Please, just say something,” he begged timidly.

The youth jumped as a warm hand was on his blazing buttock again. Something sticky and small stroked between the globes and he twisted in his bonds.

“Please, just tell me,” he begged softly, body going even more rigid.

Squall cried out as the small, long thing slammed inside the clenched anus. The hand on his buttock squeezed harder and the thumb stretched the flesh. The thing was pushed as deep as it was long and made the youth jolt as a certain place was bumped into. The brunet hissed as the thin, hard thing was rapidly thrust in him. Almost leaving the tightly clenched anus only to thrust as deeply as possible. It hurt when it would ram into unforgiving flesh.

“Stop it!” he hissed.

The hand let go only to give him a smack that shook his whole body and made him give a broken cry. Again and Squall started to wiggle and twist. Then the hand just squeezed hurtfully again. Squall bit his bottom lip hard. Damn it. The thing fucked him even faster, sometimes it rubbed his insides as if searching for that sensitive spot. Sometimes finding it and when it made Squall jolt unwillingly.

The youth gave a huff/groan as that spot was mercilessly assaulted. Not necessarily to give pleasure, handled wrongly it hurt like hell. Suddenly the rounded head of the thing started vibrating and the sudden stimulation made him arch and cry out. It was pressed to that spot, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make every nerve jolt and jump. Squall couldn’t help it. He gave loud gasping cries as his body mercilessly jolted under the attack. His nerves flashed with intense pleasure, the kind that was impossible to ignore and impossible to not react to. The kind that forced itself on you and made things hot and hard independent on what other attention you got.

It let up and Squall hung strenghtlessly, panting and trembling. He gave a helpless sound as a large, warm hand fisted that most traitorous anatomy. Then the long thing was rubbed at his prostate and Squall saw stars and wailed/moaned again. It was impossible to defend yourself. There was no way for him to brace himself or prepare. Completely impossible to resist that nerve shattering pleasure. The hand didn’t have to move, just hold his straining erection and his jolting body did the rest.

Squall broke a moan and fought to keep still. His hips bucked and his body trembled anyway. His length was rock hard in the warm hand and as the intense stimulation let up, deep pulses went out to that weeping organ. The youth gave a pathetic cry/gasp as the vibrating thing was put back to that oversensitive spot. This time it just touched, barely putting any pressure behind it. It made it all the worse. It made the pleasure soar and he was going insane from the teasing.

The youth sobbed and gave a barely muffled whimper in frustration. He was so hard it was painful and the pleasure was enough to make his body ignore the flaming skin or aching limbs. Squall felt himself crack, fear and anxiety and pleasure mingling to a mess he couldn’t sort out.

“Stop, please, stop,” he sobbed.

Though he wasn’t sure what he wanted to stop. The hand withdrew from his cock and he bucked and sobbed, longing for it to come back and still knowing what it could mean. Even more as the vibrating thing was withdrawn too and there was the sound of a zipper being dragged down. He sobbed and bit his bottom-lip. Hyne, what if it wasn’t Seifer? What if he was in the hands of a sadistic madman? He was about to consent to getting fucked by a stranger?

Squall flinched as firm hands were on his buttocks and spread them to let a heavy, hot length rub between them. His cock twitched in response. Was he so fucked up that he could take pleasure from abuse?

“No,” the brunet whined and twisted weakly.

The man shifted and the head of the thing pressed against that entirely too little prepared hole. Squall gave a hoarse cry as the thing punched inside. Big, too big. He bit himself bloody as the length ploughed balls deep in one adamant shove. It hurt and strained and his stomach tried expelling the intruder. Squall moaned in-between halfhearted sobs, big hands were leaving finger sized bruises on his hips and buttocks.

Suddenly the cock withdrew and slammed back in, making the brunet cry out. Squall stopped thinking about why and where or what ifs. The man slammed inside again, making it smack between them and punished flesh burn. He shifted again, rocking and grinding in the still tightly clenched anus and Squall gave gasping moans. His own length was hard between his legs. It wasn’t the least concerned about strangers and beating or wrongness.

Squall gave a huff as he got a hard thrust. A second one and a third and then the man found a hard, steady rhythm. Hands steady around slim hips and big cock ramming the increasingly lose hole hard. Long thrusts that almost made the head leave him to then go ball’s deep and make it smack between them. It made huffing and grunting noises escape him. It made aching limbs stop aching so badly only to come back screaming in vengeance.

As the man speed up, no longer interested in long hard thrusts but the rapid fast ones preceding climax, Squall started giving loud sounds. He couldn’t do anything else but hang in his bonds, muscles since long cramped up and dick still hard and aching for release. The man shifted and just barely rubbed that sensitive spot and Squall cried out in the sudden spike of pleasure. There was nothing able to contain his humiliating moans then. Not when the pace increased just a little more and his toes curled in pleasure.

It was dancing funny lights behind his eyes and his lungs couldn’t take enough air. Good Hyne, he would come. Even though kidnapped, abused and scared, he was going to come. Squall gave a mixed moan/ sob in denial. Fighting the oncoming orgasm only seemed to set every nerve on fire. With a hard, deep thrust, the cock spurted and made the man give the first sound. A barely audible groan that was drowned in the harsh smacks from rapid thrusts meant to empty heavy balls.

Then suddenly and cruelly it was withdrawn and Squall trembled and moaned. Body still high strung and cock weeping and twitching. The half hard member was rubbed along his ass, strong fingers kneading blazing buttocks. Squall bucked and gave a frustrated whimper. He wanted to come so badly. It was driving him insane. Large hands stroked his body. Ass, hips, back, sides down to his hips again. The youth was given a slap across the buttock that made him whine and flinch. He wanted to beg for release. Wanted to beg to be let down. He wanted to go home.

“Please,” he whispered.

Squall wasn’t sure for what he pleaded. He didn’t want to give that last bit of pride that screamed at him to shut up. He gasped and arched as a rough hand lightly stroked his aching length. Hardly touching, far from stroking. A thumb teased the head, making Squall twitch in his bonds and give helpless noises. The hand withdrew and a thumb pushed into the newly fucked anus.

“Stop,” he whined.

A series of harsh smacks made the brunet sob again. Then two fingers were in the used hole and the feathering hand was back around his cock. It made pleasure bordering on pain shot through him. It was torture. To be touched and yet not touched. To not be certain who it was and having a stronger and stronger urge to plead for mercy. When the hand fisted and Squall’s own bucking made the stroking movements, he cracked.

“Please, please, please,” he sobbed while desperately bucking in the hand.

Squall whined loudly as the hand yet again withdrew.

“If you need money so badly, you should just rent out this body.”

Squall froze, forcing himself to not breathe to analyze the voice. It was the cop, right? It had been him? Squall hadn’t heard wrong? The man stepped away from him and then there were no more sounds.

“Seifer?”

Had he been left alone? Squall twisted in the bonds, tormenting his already strained limbs.

“Please Seifer,” the youth sobbed.

Hyne, say something again. He was almost sure it had been the blond but at this point he didn’t even know what day it was. Then suddenly his legs where freed and he flailed helplessly, swaying heavily in the hook in the ropes around his arms. It almost hurt, changing position so rudely. Squall had barely managed to adjust to the new position until one ankle was gripped and calf and thigh was yet again bound together. Squall started to struggle, one well placed lash with something that had to be a small whip, made him still instantly.

“Say something,” he breathed pleadingly as his other leg was bound the same way.

Thankfully the nasty weights around both nipples and balls were taken off. It made the tormented areas pulse and throb; it did nothing to cool his raging libido. Squall was embraced from the front and taken down. This time the brunet made an effort to inhale the scent of the other. It was the blond. Or was it? How well did you really know a scent anyway? Squall could say it was the cop because he desperately wanted it to be.

He was dropped on his back on a soft surface. A bed? He was dragged down around his hips, maybe to the edge? Something was fastened to the ropes around calf and thigh and spread him wide enough to make him hiss in discomfort. It left him, if possible, feeling even more exposed and vulnerable. Squall cried out and arched as his cock was suddenly fisted and stroked. A thumb tormented the sticky head and every nerve jolted in the brunet. It made him writhe and twist compulsively.

“Stop, Hyne, stop,” he cried desperately.

It was too much. Too much and too intense pleasure when he was so high strung. He wasn’t granted leniency, though. The torment continued until he was a shivering, moaning/crying mess mindlessly begging. Then something was strapped around it, hard. It cut of his breathing, made black drape over his eyes and made his body arch in an almost permanent form.

The insides of his thighs were being lashed by the nasty whip, the pain almost didn’t register. Either it was too loosely done or the last circuit had blown and he couldn’t differentiate between pain and pleasure. Could you die from this kind of treatment? Squall started to think he could. You couldn’t put a body through this and expect it to come through unscattered. The whipping started to seriously hurt. It changed his breathy moans into loud cries. It stopped.

Squall had sunken down again from the harsh arch. Something was clasped in the things around his nipple, then they were dragged up. Squall bit down around a moan as the little nubs were dragged and stretched and pulled until they had to stand out a foot from his chest. Maybe in reality it was only an inch, but it felt terrible. It made him gasp and strain to follow the pull. It was impossible since he had his legs secured and arms still tied up. Doing a close to sit-up didn’t help either, the pull only intensified in a sidewise way.

A warm hand stroked his chest between the pulled nipples. Down his heaving abdomen, ghosting past his straining cock and finally stroking his thighs and slipping down to his hole. It was clenched hard from all sensations. Two fingers pressed inside anyway and Squall made a protesting noise. There were some clanking sounds, like metal against metal or the like. Squall had a hard time to focus on single things. The fingers disappeared though and were replaced by something large and blunt and sticky.

Then there was a whining, like from a small engine, and the thing started to seriously push against his hole. Squall gave a groan/gasp and twisted uselessly. There was no way escaping that immense, lubricated pressure. It was slow and adamant in a way humans couldn’t be. The brunet cried out as it pushed through his resisting anus and then he could only gasp.

Merciful spirits of Hyne. Big. Thick. It spread him past his limits and still continued. It hurt beyond the collected pain of the whipping and torment around his nipples. As the head was inside, the thing stopped. He was gasping and shivering. It was too much for him to handle. Then it slowly retreated an inch before continuing inside. There couldn’t be more than a few inches inside, and he felt full up to his stomach.

“Hyne, please, stop,” he managed to gasp.

The hand was back stroking his body. The thing kept pressing deeper mindlessly of his pushing insides and protesting anal.

“Don’t give up on me now, slut,” the man growled.

“Seifer,” Squall pleaded.

He didn’t care to be a hundred percent sure, he was sure enough. Suddenly the engine on the dildo made a loud noise and his anal was harshly rammed by the thing. It made him gape wide and barely arch. Good spirits, he’d split in two and die.

“Stop, you’ll kill me,” he gasped and strained in his bonds.

Every muscle started to tense up together with his stomach. The thick thing withdrew and shoved back in repeatedly, forcing itself that little further inside. Squall couldn’t hold back, he wailed and struggled to be free. He couldn’t take it, damn it! The hand was back stroking his stomach. Slowly down to the still hard cock and fingers teased it. Squall hissed at the twitching and following pleasure. It didn’t make the penetration much easier, just weirder.

Still he had no choice as the thing pressed and pushed and shoved and rocked itself inside. As it was as deep as it could go, Squall was gasping and shivering and everything was taut and strained. The dildo rocked, seemingly trying to get even deeper. It was making his head spin. The insane way it stretched him made sweat run along his body. The mattress, or whatever he was on, dipped about his head.

A hot, heavy cock was slapped in his face and rubbed over his lips. Squall clenched his teeth hard. No way. Suddenly the dildo withdrew almost fully and stopped with the thickest part of the head stretching his sore anus lips. It made him gasp through his teeth. Then it slammed inside with a huff from the engine. Squall arched mindless of trapped nipples and cried out from behind clenched teeth. He was given no mercy. The thing started to adamantly fuck him. Out until only the head was inside, then slamming fully back.

It had him crying/gasping loudly in no time. The cock easily breeched his mouth and gagged him. Squall choked and had no say as it rocked in his mouth. It still didn’t stop his humiliating screaming and the dildo from fucking his ass. For long minutes he was fucked from both ends, the dildo going so deep that something slapped his ass on every turn. It hurt, still his cock was hard. Mostly from the restriction around it he hoped.

At least he knew for sure. He would recognize the blond’s cock anytime years from now. The texture, girth and taste. It didn’t make much difference. It didn’t make him angry, it didn’t fully take away his fear or desperate need to appease the man and get away from this torment.

Squall gagged as the cock was thrust as deep as possible in the awkward position. A large hand was around his neck and lifted him to get better access. The brunet had no time to prepare as the large manhood slowly pressed down in his throat. Once his nose was buried between hard balls, the cock stopped pushing. The blond groaned and the length pulsed as hot semen sprayed the contracting throat. Squall started to get serious lack of air and got a gagging fit in panic. The man withdrew to let him cough and gag. The thick, long dildo stopped, deeply buried in his shamefully adjusted ass.

Seifer left the mattress and soon large hands were stroking straining thighs and teasing stretched anus lips. Squall moaned as a finger wiggled inside beside the dildo. That strained. That hurt.

“Stop,” he gasped.

“You’re a pro at this. Would you get used to it if I squeezed my cock in there to?” the cop hummed amusedly.

Squall groaned as a second finger squeezed inside. Good damn it, stop, he was seriously splitting! Then suddenly it withdrew. Fingers and dildo until his anus gaped empty. There were metal sounds again but Squall couldn’t quite find strength to care. He was tired. His body ached though there didn’t seem to be any strength left in the limbs. His head was slowly spinning, though that could be because of lack of oxygen.

“Why’re you doin’ this?” he asked tiredly as a second blunt tip was put against his large hole.

The machine whined and the dildo pushed inside. Squall arched and opened his mouth wide. Hyne in heaven. Good spirits. It was large. It was insane. He couldn’t possible take that. Still it pushed inside, engine going high in strain. Squall cried out. His cry was stopped shortly by a small dildo slamming into his wide open mouth. It gagged him but wasn’t long enough to go down his throat. Just tease at the edge. It was strapped on before he could protest, leaving him to give muffled loud complaints. The insanely large dildo kept pushing. Rocking and pushing and withdrawing and ramming inside.

“I’m sure you’ll handle this just well. It’s put on automatic, but it’s one of the best machines, it’ll take good care of you,” Seifer murmured close enough that Squall felt the heat from his breath.

Squall wailed as it pushed inside enough to seriously push at his stomach and organs. Then he heard the loud bang of a door closing. He couldn’t breath.

Gods, he hadn’t been left alone had he? Stuck with this… thing. The brunet sobbed and twisted in his bonds. Tears started rolling before he knew it. The machine made a final effort and everything seemed to be inside. Twisted and screwed in place, spreading him beyond the limit to a point where he could impossible close properly again. Then it started vibrating.

Squall arched and cried out. Hyne, good Hyne. It was vibrating and twisting and slowly withdrawing while changing angle. And there it was. It was brushing that damn spot and he saw stars and flashes and every single nerve was getting electrocuted and put on fire at the same time. The head of the thing came to press at that spot, vibrating and grinding and Squall was going insane.

His cock stood straight out and he was arching painfully, body wrecked in the intense stimuli. Too much, he was going to die. Then the thing thrust inside. It started thrusting hard. Out a few inches, then ram straight inside. It withdrew slowly again until it found that oversensitive spot and applied pressure to it again. Squall screamed, he trashed, he cried.

The dildo started ramming him again, leaving him a shivering moaning mess. Then it was back on the spot. Vibrating, grinding, rubbing. He was coming and still his cock was bound harshly. He still came and it was laced with pain and blinding euphoria. The dildo slammed inside fully and kept ramming his lose ass as he was desperately gasping for breath.

It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. He was on fire and it hadn’t helped. Not when the damn thing went back to vibrating and grinding and forcing his body to high heavens mindless of endurance.

Squall collapsed and grunted at the hard ramming. He would die. Or go insane. Or pop a vein which meant death. The dildo returned to the vibrating, rubbing state and the youth called for the cop as he arched again.

*****

He was sure now, that you actually could kill a person by applying too much sexual stimulation. He had since long lost track of time and space. From time to time he didn’t know if he was truly aware or half unconscious. It was hard to judge when everything was burning; when your body was pushed beyond certain boundaries and then pushed some more. It was torture and bliss like he had never before felt it.

The youth gave a breathy moan. He was shivering and muscles twitched on their own. His head was slowly spinning and his breathing had felt labored for so long he didn’t quite remember what it was like breathing calmly. Squall moaned again and rolled his hips against the working dildo. He was insane. Finally his mind had completely shattered into tiny bits and pieces and left him a drooling fool. He wanted more.

The huge dildo effectively working his lose anal wasn’t enough anymore. He wanted something alive and warm. He wanted more and he wanted away so desperately it clogged his throat. He was crying and moaning and the conflicting emotions wrecked his emotional tracks to the point where they became useless.

The machine slowly came to a halt. Pressing as deep as possible and he rolled his hips in a reflexive move. Suddenly a hand stroked his sweaty chest and stomach. It made electricity flash along his nerves and the youth cried out and arched painfully. The hand continued up to his trapped nipples. Squall sobbed/moaned and wanted to squirm and twist like a bitch in heat. The warm, large hand sent rippling pleasure in its wake. He couldn’t get enough. It was like a soothing balm to ragged nerves and he desperately whined for more.

Still the hand withdrew and Squall softly pleaded around the thing in his mouth. Don’t leave him again. His nipples were freed and the pulsing pain/pleasure made him arch and writhe. Upon that his cock was freed, sending next brain shattering wave of pain/pleasure. He was moaning and arching and shivering after that. Black spots danced between bright flashes of color.

Once the initial pain had subsided all that was left was maddening ache for release. For that pulsing, swelling flesh to be stroked. Given the sudden freedom made him able to buck his hips more efficiently, which made his hard length slightly slap down in his own stomach. The hands were back. Massaging his pulsing nipples, his sides, hips and thighs and stomach and he moaned and arched up in them.

The machine whined again and the huge thing was withdrawn fully. Squall wiggled and bucked as several fingers with ease pushed into the lose anus. The palm followed and he was slowly fucked and fingered. His brain didn’t want to function. He knew, somewhere far away, that his reaction was illogic. The brunet just couldn’t work up the energy to care. Not when his spine was tingling and head spinning and his hips bucked to get more.

Still the hand withdrew and his body was stroked again. It made the brunet moan even more. The dildo strapped into his mouth was removed and he gasped. Two fingers pushed inside and he eagerly sucked them. Squall arched and whimpered as his aching manhood was stroked lightly between two fingers. Hyne, good Hyne, he was dying.

The fingers left his mouth and the hand rested beside his head. Squall gasped and flinched as sharp teeth and soft lips trapped one agonized nipple. The mouth gnawed at his chest up to his throat. Squall willingly tilted his head when urged to. The brunet gasped and whined as his neck was suckled hard. It still made him buck up against the teasing fingers. His earlobe was licked and it made him give a forceful shiver.

“Are you sorry yet?” the blond murmured.

“’m sorry, I’m sorry, ‘m sorry,” the brunet desperately breathed as wet fingers slipped from his mouth.

He was sorry, so very, very sorry. Didn’t matter if he didn’t quite know what to be sorry about, but if it would get him free and get him off if pleading, he’d do that. His mantra was cut off by a demanding kiss. He gave complete access. Moaned at the sensation of the demanding tongue and wet lips. Rolled his hips to get more than a couple teasing fingers.

His legs were soon untied and Squall started gasping at blood flowing freely. They hadn’t really fallen asleep, the circulation had just slowed considerably. The youth’s jaw was bitten and sucked as his arms were free. That hurt. A lot. His arms were numb and non cooperating things but he couldn’t really care. Not when the hateful blindfold was taken off and he could fully see his surroundings and green eyes.

Squall sobbed. He had known who it was, sort of. He really had. He was just tired. That’s why he felt such relief. That was the reason for him forcefully twining arms around the man’s neck and hooking his legs around straight hips. The blond lifted him with such ease it should have been embarrassing.

Squall couldn’t work up the feeling. He only buried his head against the juncture between neck and shoulder on the cop and held on hard. Once he had rested and sorted out the ball of trashed emotion endings, he’d figure out what was proper to feel and do. But not now.

He was carried to a bed and when put down he made sure not to lose his grip on the man. If he held on he couldn’t be left alone and he desperately needed the feel of flesh against flesh. The youth whimpered and reflexively rubbed up as weight was settled down between his legs. A warm hand stroked his side and thigh but he didn’t mind the urging to unhook his legs. His hair was stroked and tugged at, he didn’t follow that directive either.

“Silly thing, how am I supposed to fuck you if I can’t undress?” Seifer murmured.

Squall bit his bottom lip. That was a good point but he didn’t want to follow command out of childish stubbornness. The youth gave a deep moan as the blond pressed down heavy hips. So good. It didn’t make him want to let go but to press closer and harder. Once starting to rotate hips it was nothing stopping him. The need to feel warm flesh against flesh was overpowering.

The blond had leather pants and a shirt on and they were in the way. Squall bit down in the piece of neck closest and racked his nails down the clothed back. Frustrated and angry and scared and horny. He was forcefully dragged back in his hair. Squall moaned as he was kissed hard. He didn’t coil away but eagerly opened for such a demanding kiss and tugged at the shirt covering golden flesh.

He needed it so badly it hurt. The shirt came undone half way. Open but not off, it was enough though. Squall moaned and slipped his hands around the broad back. Good Hyne, he couldn’t take it. The youth feverishly found the button and zipper on the damn pants and tugged at them. Seifer helped, which proved crucial as Squall realized he could actually touch himself. Stroking the pulsing manhood made him groan straight out and his eyes to roll in his head.

He’d come from just a few strokes for sure. A larger hand forced him away from heaven and he made an embarrassing whine in complaint. Sharp teeth bit his lips as his hand was forced down in the bed. Squall gave a breathy moan as the large cock was freed and rubbed against his own length.

“Want me to fuck you?” the blond murmured huskily.

“Yes, please yes,” Squall whined and grabbed the shirt to tug at it in need.

Heavy hips shifted and he was suddenly being filled. So easy and adamant it sent him through the seven heavens. The youth groaned and arched, eyes rolling and arousal waving through him so hard he felt delirious. He was rocked into and the slow motions drove him crazy.

Squall tugged harder on the shirt and met up on the thrusts to get more. He gave an inarticulate sound in need and arched again. So hot and hard and in such need to come it was driving him mad. The cop withdrew almost fully to thrust back inside hard with a slapping sound.

“Harder, please, more,” the youth moaned and could only gasp breathlessly against soft lips.

His hands were caught and pressed down above his head, then he was fucked. Hard and smacking and increasingly faster. Squall made high pitched moans for each and every one of them. So good it was bordering on torture. Seifer groaned and picked up the pace another notch. Something brushed something and Squall was in heaven. He was coming so hard his toes curled and back arched until the heavy man lifted on top of him.

What came after that was blissful, cool darkness.


Author’s Note:
A very long time ago, about at the time of the “Cop’s can’t be trusted” someone said that they thought Seifer should have punished the naughty brunet more for his speeding. Thing was Squall wasn’t actually speeding then :p
But!
He did say he’d punish Squall of he ever caught him speeding again, and Seifer sort of did, right? :p

Btw, expect another ten chapters before we're actually closing in on the end ;^^