I was 21 years old and finally able to go to bars. This was exiting because I didn't have many friends and didn't go to parties like most teenagers do. After a couple of hours I realized the bar was not as fun as I hoped. Nobody tried to talk to me and I was to shy to make the first move. Frustrated I decided to leave. I was about halfway home when I noticed flashing lights in the rear view. I wasn't drunk by any means, but I knew I was over the limit. The officer approached and he could clearly see I was nervous.
He went through the whole license and registration thing then asked if I had been drinking. I knew it was a mistake, but I said no. He smiled and told me to step out of the vehicle. I failed the breathalyzer and he told me I would be sorry for lying to him.
When we arrived at the police station I was shacking. I had never been in trouble before let alone been put in jail. There were three holding cells in the back room. Two were empty and the third looked like it had three or four people in it. The cells were not very big so I thought I might get one all to myself. We passed the first cell and I was till hopeful, but when we passed the second my heart sank. The officer opened the cell door and walked me in.
I could see now that there we four people in the cell. To my right was a white man in a suit and to my left sat three large black men in their thirties. There was a bench on both sides of the room large enough to hold four people. The officer uncuffed me and before he walked out I heard him say "have fun". My back was to him so I assumed he was being sarcastic toward me.
I turned to my right to sit down on the less crowded bench, but before I could one of the black men told me that spot was taken. I moved over and tried to sit, again I was told that spot was taken. At this point I was scared to death. What did they want me to do? I looked at him and he tapped his knee. I knew what that meant but I just froze. He tapped it once more and gave me a look that said NOW!
Scared and shaking I moved toward him. He grabbed my arm and yanked me onto his lap. The three of them stared at me for a few minutes then one asked me what I was in for. I told them and they all laughed. I looked at the white guy on the other bench and I could tell he was pretending to sleep. They told me their names were Jerome, Marcus, and Deon.
Marcus seemed to be the leader and as I sat on his lap he told me I had a choice to make. They could beat the shit out of me and take turns raping me, or I could do exactly what they say and I would not get hurt. I was speechless, how could this be happening to me? Marcus shocked me back to reality with a slap and told me to choose. I didn't want to get beat to death so I said I would follow their orders.
Marcus stood me up and told me to take off all my clothes. My heart raced and I started to feel sick. I hesitated for a second and was slapped in the face again. Jerome told me that was one strike, if I got to three I would be sorry. I removed my clothes as fast as I could and stood with my hands over my dick. Deon told me to put my hands on my head. I closed my eyes and as soon as I put my hands up I felt someone slap my balls with a force that brought me to my knees. I slumped over on the ground and tried to compose myself. When I finally looked up I was staring at three of the biggest cocks I had ever seen.
I don't know if it was the pain or the realization of what was about to happen but I bust into tears. Marcus and his crew thought this was hilarious and started calling me a pussy. The three of them surrounded me and told me to look up. As I knelt there looking up at the ceiling they started slapping me in the face with their massive dicks. Each hit was harder then the next and they were laughing louder and louder. After what seemed like an eternity they stopped and Marcus told me to lay down on the bench face up. Not wanting a second strike I did as he said.