Drun Tan Cum Dump

I'm straight. I now have to tell myself that when I wake up in the morning. It's been 3 years, and I still have nightmares about it. I wake up a puddle of sweat, my heart rate racing. However, other times, when my body betrays my mind, I have a different reaction.

I was 20 years old, going to college at the local state school, and things were not going well. I was partying too much, fucking too much, and skipping class WAY too much. It didn't help that I was hot. I was a cool 6'1", lean with a little muscle. Just enough so that every piece of clothing hung just right on my body. My dark hair was thick and shaggy. I liked to keep it slightly messy. I had gained a reputation within the college sororities for giving good dick and being a dick.

My parents and professors thought I needed a wake-up call that I couldn't party and fuck my way through life. They were right, but I don't think the wake-up call I received is what they had in mind.

It was winter before Christmas break. I was out with some friends going to a sorority party. There was this cute 5' nothing blonde I was trying to sleep with. Unfortunately for me, I had already moved through enough of the girls in the house that they had a picture of me in their hallway with a red line through it and " Do Not Fuck, Asshole Alert" written underneath it. Needless to say, the night didn't go my way. So I decided, "Let's get drunk." The night gets blurry from there, and I am not sure exactly how much I had to drink. I was in the process of blacking out. My memories flicker like a highlight reel of the night. I don't have the full picture, but I have some things. Dancing, shots, dancing, shots, and finally getting slapped across the face. I guess I decided to walk home. That's where the trouble starts.

I have to rely on the police report for this next part. I have no memory of it. It's too bad. I'm forced to remember other parts of the night. According to the report, the cruiser was passing by and saw me puking in some bushes. They pulled over and got out to check on me. My drunken ass apparently took a swing at one of the cops and ran for it. Lucky for me, I missed. Unlucky for me, I made it all of twenty feet and fell over. I was booked that night in the county jail. They contacted my parents, and my parents decided it was best I learned a lesson and said they could keep me for the weekend. What the fuck, Mom?!?! I haven't forgiven her for this. I blame her for my situation.

The cops threw me in the drunk tank to sleep it off. I woke up the next morning with my splitting in two and puke in my chest. My puke. An officer came in looking pissed and said I was going to be booked assaulting an officer, and that no one was coming to get me for a while. The first bits of fear washed over me. I had never been in this much trouble. On top of it, there were rumors in town that the police here HATED the college students and took any opportunity they could to make their lives hell.

The officer could see my fear and told me to follow him to get myself changed. I was brought into a small room with bright fluorescent lights hurting my head. I was so hungover. "Take your clothes off," barked the officer. It jostled my mind off my hangover and onto the current situation. I was in deep shit.

It didn't seem like the time to argue, so I stripped naked. Being as good-looking as I was, I had no problem having someone see me in my underwear. "I said, TAKE! YOUR! CLOTHES! OFF!"

What the fuck, he wanted me nude? I stared at him for a minute and saw him for the first time. He was in his late 30s or early 40s. Bigger than me, but he had a slight belly. His face was clean-shaven, and his hair was cropped tight, with hints of grey in his blonde hair. I did as I was told. Dropping my underwear to the floor, now standing under a bright light, totally naked.

The officer walked over, picked up my clothes, and left the room. I was alone and afraid. I was also now cold. The door opened again, and a second officer entered the room, followed by the original officer. He seemed kinder; his eyes seemed nice. He's older, with a horseshoe of hair running around the side of his head. He'd dyed it shoe polish black and had a thick mustache dyed the same color. He was holding a set of jail clothes and placed them on the table in the room.

"I hate to do this, but policy states we need to do a cavity search before you can enter in with the others. So I'll need you to bend over and spread." I was frozen still, my mouth open, fear rising. "What are you talking about?" I mumbled. The kind officer walked up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Listen, you probably won't be getting any charges, and you'll be out of here by Monday morning. Let me see if I can figure something out for you." His eyes looked into mine. "Thank you," I sheepishly whispered.

They left, and I was again alone in the cold, fluorescent light, naked. I wished he had left the clothes. What felt like hours passed; eventually, I lay down on the table and tried to take a nap. Apparently, I gave it a good try, because I was jostled awake, but the kind officer shook my thigh. His shaking me caused my cock to swing a little, and it brushed his finger. He didn't seem to notice.

"Come with me and put these on," he tossed me different clothes. I wasn't sure where they had found them. It was grey sweats and a T-shirt that was two sizes too small. My midriff was visible, and it wasn't hard to imagine how clearly you could see my cock in the pants. I followed sheepishly.

He led me past the drunk tank to a far cell at the end of the jail. He led me inside and told me that I'll stay here for a bit, but they would hold off as long as they could on sending me with everyone else. I thanked him and shook his hand. He told me not to worry about it and shut the cell.

I lay down on the bed and just stared at the ceiling, thinking how I've learned my lesson. I'm going to clean up my act. Time passes slowly as I'm bored out of my mind. Finally, there is a break in the boredom. I will no longer be bored for the rest of the weekend.

In steps the kind officer. He's smiling and hands me a cup of coffee. I take it and thank him. He tells me that I need to sign a waiver that waives certain safety procedures in order to keep me here. He explains that this section isn't designed to house people for more than a night, and they need to cover their asses to keep things above board.

I take a sip of coffee. It's not great, but I needed something. I signed without really even looking. He smiled and took the paper and walked back out. I finished the coffee fast. I was expecting the caffeine to hit me fast. I hadn't eaten anything in hours. It didn't. Instead, the opposite. I lay down, and the world spun. Is this exhaustion? The world goes black.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap. I can hear what sounds like meat on meat. My world is rocking steadily as if I'm on a boat with a steady stream of waves. There is now deep pain shooting through my body. I go to reach back to my hole and see why, but my hands can't move. FEAR.

My world clears. I'm not on a boat, and that sound is meat slapping meat, but it's not steaks. My hole is being pummeled. The pain is immense. I go to scream, but it's muffled by cloth that is stuck in my mouth. My hands are cuffed behind my back, and I'm bent over an office table. I can feel the edge of the table digging into my thighs. The heavy breathing of my rapist quickens. He's thrusting his cock faster and faster. I begin to cry.

"Take my load, faggot," the rapist snarls. Even through the pain, I feel his seed spread deep inside me. Oh god, he's cum in me. He keeps fucking for a little while longer, but I feel his cock go limp and eventually flop out of my now-damaged hole. "You're going to learn to gape this weekend, faggot, get ready," I can see him now. It's the stern-looking officer. All of that pain for such an average cock. Cum was now trickling out of my aching hole. The officer removes the cloth from my mouth. I find out what it is as he slips it back on. His underwear had been in my mouth. Dirty and stained.

"Faggot is going to learn a lesson this weekend. Lesson one is to read the fine print." A voice comes from behind me. It's the kind officer, but that kindness has left his eyes. Hunger had replaced it. There was a lust in his words. What happened next will be with me the rest of my life. I wish my rape was only from these two officers. That would have been a lesson enough.

"Rec time starts now!" Yelled the now-hungry officer. I heard the sound of metal on metal and the footsteps of too many feet to count. Hungry whistles and the footsteps stop. "The rules are simple. You have 15 minutes of recreation that is allowed to you while you are here. Today's recreation is before you. You will go one at a time, and you will stuff his mouth with your underwear. I don't want to hear any screaming. I have enough of a headache as it is. Now, you all know I run a tight but fair ship around here. Your reward for no fighting in the last month is upon you. Take it in and feed that hole your cum!"

I almost pass out from fear. How many men are now behind me? How many rapes will I endure? The fear grows to a point where it crescendos into something else. I'm not sure what this new feeling is, but I don't have time to think. A burly man walks over to me and drops his pants. His stiff cock is threatening my face. It's good-sized, and I know it's going to hurt me to take it all in. He stuffs my mouth with his underwear and steps in behind me. "Start the clock in 3, 2, 1, go."

With a heavy grunt, he shoves every veiny inch of his cock deep into me. He must be pushing my organs out of the way to make room. I start to sob hard into his underwear. He doesn't last the full 15, but he gives me everything he has to offer. From that point on, it's a blur of the same thing. Men of all shapes and sizes drop their pants in front of me as if to show me what new hell awaits me. Underwear is shoved in, the countdown begins, and the raping continues.

Some cum early, some don't cum at all and just take the full 15 minutes. After 5 loads, my ass no longer resists. It just accepts the cocks into it and allows itself to be used. That makes the rapes feel better. By the 20th load, my mind becomes drunk. The smell of cock, cum, shit, and sweat all mixes together to make for a hypnotic aroma. I can't stop my body from doing what happens next. Blood rushes to my cock as one of the men is finishing his 15. He busts at the last minute; ropes of cum are felt deep in my now-sloppy hole. I can feel the cum gathering in me, filling me up. My body now screams for more! No, I moan as the man takes his underwear out of my mouth. "Shut up, faggot, you know this is what you like." He slaps my face, and I feel it grow hot where he hit me. My cock twitches. He seems to have been the last. The men are ushered out of the room, and I'm left there. Hands behind my back, confined hole sloppily leaking onto the floor. I can feel myself yearning for more. The hungry officer walks back in and comes around to face me.

"I see you like this. All you pretty college boys love to have men show you what it means to be a cumdump." He moves to my side and strokes my cock. I moan a filthy, whore-like moan that's begging for more. He is happy to give it. He walks back around and drops his pants. I gasp at the size of his cock. It's heavy, thick, and long. I feel my hole pucker with excitement. He doesn't put his underwear in my mouth. Instead, he moves his massive cock closer, pushing it against my mouth. "Suck faggot!" My cock twitches, and I open up.

He proceeds to rape my mouth with reckless abandon. I'm gagging, tears are rolling down my face, but I'm not sad. I feel joy. I'm drunk off cock, and there is a growing hunger in me for more. I'm now the faggot they need me to be. He stops fucking my throat and reaches around and slaps my ass. Its firmness makes it jiggle nicely. His cock is of iron, strong, and firm. He gets in position and gently places his massive tip against my quivering hole.

The quivering stops. My hole almost reaches out and sucks him in. He moans in approval. His cock fills me like nothing else. He fucks me senseless. My eyes roll back. I'm screaming in pleasure. "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck my ass good!" I yell in a voice I've never spoken before. "Yes, Daddy. I'm your faggot." He moans again and trusts hard one last time. I feel no cum. I need the cum! I need not to worry. Daddy is there to feed it to me.

He brings his massive cock over to me. I can smell my own shit and blood on it. There is also a mixture of endless cum. "Clean my cock off, faggot." I hungrily take him in me. Sucking him clean and loving every dirty taste that comes with it. He growls and pulls his cock from my mouth. No need to touch it more. He shoots thick ropes right into my face. Cum splatters everywhere, and I can't open my eyes.

He takes me back to my cell. The weekend that follows is brutal. I'm fucked, not raped anymore, I guess. If my body yearns for the cum, does my saying no even matter? If my hole opens itself up and invites cocks in, do I actually have a say? By Sunday, I'm spraying my own cum while being fucked. I haven't been able to wash, so I'm a sticky, sloppy whore, and everyone can see.

When I am released, I am dropped off where I was picked up. Nude and covered in cum. I do the longest walk of shame this college has ever seen. Word gets around. No one knows what happened, but they know what I looked like. I'm no longer seen as desirable. It's been another whole semester, and I haven't been able to get laid. I am filled with shame. I am also filled with the hunger.

I never went back there. I moved on with my life and have become celibate. My hole eventually recovered, I'm sure how. However, my mind hasn't. My dreams and nightmares sometimes mix. Yes, I wake up scared most nights, but the fear isn't from being raped. It's from never being raped again. Maybe I'll have to drive back there and knock on the jail door. Would they recognize me? Would they take me in for a weekend? A week? Could I be their sex slave?