After the four men left, Mark was too stupefied to move, and just laid on the grass while thinking about how incredible the last twenty-four hours had been.
Just the morning before, he'd been a virgin. Now, he'd had two cocks rammed up his ass, had sucked two cocks, given a hand-job to another man, and received several blow jobs. And as if this wasn't surreal enough, much of this had been immortalized on video.
Mark was terrified by this latter detail. Would the older man use it to blackmail him?
While pondering this terror, he was startled to hear a commanding voice.
"Boy, what in the world to you think you're doing?"
Mark's heart stopped at seeing two policemen standing over him.
Shit!
The officers looked at the naked young man lying on the grass, and then at each other. Their mouths were open.
Mark was frozen with fear. How would he ever explain being caught butt naked in a public park? He wasn't sure if he should grab his jogging pants, or just stay put, or whatever.
"Bill," one officer said, "I think we got us some kind of pervert. What do you think?"
"Tom, I think you're right."
Shit! Fuck!
"I think we should take him in and book 'em for indecency."
Shit! Fuck!
Mark wanted to speak up, but what could he say? Here he was on a bright sunny day lying stark naked in public – and with two cops towering over him.
"Stand up boy."
Mark managed to speak. "What?"
"I said stand up."
"But, uh, won't people see me? Can I pull on my sweatpants first?"
"Bill, we've got us one argumentative pervert here."
"I can see. Boy! Are you going to do as you're told?"
Mark stood.
The officers slowly walked around him; Mark was mortified.
This is so bizarre. I'm fuckin' naked and these two cops are staring at me. Shit! Fuck!
"Bill, he doesn't seem to have any weapons on him. But let's take him in and see if this pervert has a record."
Mark found his voice. "Oh please! Please don't arrest me. My parents will be horrified! And really, I've never done anything like this before. Please just let me go."
The officers looked Mark up and down, and Mark grew even more uncomfortable.
I feel so exposed.
"Sorry kid, but you don't seem to realize how serious this is. You can't just be laying around naked in public. Shit, you must have no brains."
Thank God these officers weren't here twenty minutes ago!
Mark reeled at the thought of being caught getting fucked and sucked in public.
One officer suddenly snapped a pair of handcuffs on Mark, and pushed him toward the waiting police car, while the other cop picked up Mark's things.
Mark wanted to cry. And –
damn!
– why wouldn't these cops let him get dressed?
As they approached the car, Mark was surprised at being roughly pushed into the front seat, and then sandwiched between the two officers.
What?
Mark felt even more naked between the two uniformed cops. The car started, and Mark's mind raced with visions of being hauled into jail butt naked!
Shit!
Curiously, the car didn't head downtown, but toward the old warehouse district.
What's going on?
Then the car hit a bump, and one officer's hand fell against Mark's leg and dangerously close to Mark's dick. A moment later, another bump in the road caused the hand to rest
against
the exposed dick.
Sweat poured from Mark's armpits.
What's going on?
He glanced at the officer to his right, who seemed unaware that his hand was brushing against Mark's dick with each turn and bump.
He must not know.
And even though it was the last thing he wanted, Mark's dick started getting hard.
Please! Don't!
But his dick ignored these pleas, and with each bump got harder and pushed against the cop's hand. Mark again glanced to the officer, who still seemed oblivious. A moment later, Mark's fully erect cock was pushing firmly against the cop's big hand.
Oh God! This isn't happening!
Then the car hit a big bump, and the cop's hand shifted – and wrapped itself around Mark's hard-on.
Jesus! What the fuck?
Still, the cop offered no indication that anything was amiss.
He must know his hand is
holding
my cock! He must know!
But the cop never flinched.
Mark looked down at his naked chest, and toward his hard dick nestled inside the officer's big, firm hand. Nor could Mark help but notice the shocking contrast between his naked, hairy body and the blue uniforms bracketing him.
This is so weird.
Then Mark felt the cop's hand squeeze his dick, and an electric shock ripped through his body.
He does know! He knows just what he's doing!
The hand squeezed again, and Mark was astonished at how erotic it felt. He actually yearned for the officer to start jerking his dick, but just then the car stopped in front of an old, deserted-looking building. Mark was pulled from the car, and was mortified that his boner was sticking straight out.
Damn! I wish my hands weren't handcuffed behind me!
"Hey Bill, get a look at this!" Tom said while grabbing Mark's hard-on in his hand. "Our pervert seems excited."
Mark wanted to die. Tom waved Mark's cock at the other officer, who came over, brushed Tom's hand aside, and took the hard shaft into his hand. "Yep, this pervert sure seems excited. This boner is as hard as steel!"
Well no wonder with you guys grabbed it!
Bill pulled Mark by his dick and in through an old door. "Hey!" Inside, Mark found himself in a vacant space brightly lighted by overhead skylights.
"I don't understand, why are we..."
Just then Mark felt his ass being whacked, and hard.
"Ouch! Why did you do..."
Whack!
"Boy, you just shut the fuck up and do as you're told. Understand?"
Mark didn't. What were these cops up to? Why wasn't he being booked?
Whack! "Understand?"
Mark nodded.
"Good boy, now we're gonna check that you aren't carrying any concealed weapons."
What? How could I be? I'm fuckin' naked!
Then one cop pulled Mark over to a table and pushed his chest on its top. His butt faced the officers, and he was still handcuffed. Then he was stunned – stunned – upon feeling hands paw his ass.
"No Tom, I don't feel any weapons here. How about you?"
Mark then felt more hands grabbing his cheeks, and running up and down his thighs, between his legs, and fondling his balls.
"No Bill, all this seems OK. But I think we should take a deeper look."
Deeper? Deeper where? For what?
Mark had an answer when he felt his cheeks being pulled apart and a finger against his bud.
"Tom, will ya' look at this? It seems that our pervert has gotten himself fucked in the ass recently. Very recently. Look at all this cream and – what's this? – jism on his butt hole."
"Well I'll be damned. We got us a
queer
pervert!"
Mark felt warm breath against his ass and knew the officers were taking a very close look. He was even more mortified.
God, how will I ever explain this to my parents?