Trigger warning: This story contains forced, non-consensual male homosexual intercourse, as well as drug use. If such material upsets you, please skip this one.
Tim had been left to sleep on the garage floor, with only a quilted blanket as cushioning. Every part of him ached. He awoke when Wilson nudged him with his bare foot. "Wake up, sleepy head!" he sneered.
Tim realized that the officer was standing over him, completely naked. He was treated to the sight of Wilson's junk from below. The officer's limp cock rested on his pendulous balls, and the boy had a clear view of his hairy, humid taint. His funky scent had only gotten more intense since their initial encounter.
As far as he could tell, Wilson was in the garage alone. The officer pulled up the beat up chair, sat down, and unlocked Tim's handcuffs.
Wilson put his left foot on Tim's face. "Lick my toes, boy" he commanded. Needless to say, the officer's feet were not pedicure fresh, not by a long shot. Thick calluses covered the bottom of his foot. Tim dutifully licked each toe and the ball of the foot. The taste was awful.
"Suck on my big toe," Wilson barked. Tim endured the salty taste of the digit, and the scraping of the man's toenail on the roof of his mouth.
"Now, lick between my toes, boy!" Wilson yelled. Tim tried, but the accumulation of dead skin and god-knows-what between the officer's toes made him retch.
"Jackson ain't got no problem with my feet," Wilson said, disappointed. Tim feared that the bellicose policeman was going to kick him, or worse. Instead, he looked at the boy with a mixture of pity and contempt.
Wilson apparently gave up on having the boy lick his feet. "Do you like to wrestle, Timmy?"
Tim, still recovering from his retching fit, could only shake his head.
"Well, too bad," the cop said, quickly grabbing Tim and putting him in a half-nelson. The boy felt the officer's sweaty hairy body against his shoulders, and a throbbing dick against his crack. Tim had neither the technique nor the energy to resist, and before he knew it, he was pinned on the floor with Wilson's cock about to enter his asshole yet again.
The officer fucked Tim without mercy. No lube, no preparation, just dry, fast penetration. It burned. The boy wanted to scream, but he knew no one would hear him, and he might get slapped. The only relief was that Wilson was quick, shooting a load into Tim in less than ninety seconds. With a grunt, he put the handcuffs back on Tim. Cum dripping from his softening cock, the man strode out of the garage and back into the main house.
Tim was again left helpless on the garage floor. He wished he could get to the little sink in The Hole so he could get the taste of Wilson's feet out of his mouth.
Tim didn't know how long he had dozed when Jackson and Wilson reentered the garage, naked and erect. Tim was surprised to see that several other men entered with the two cops, all wearing jockstraps and nothing else.
Jackson pulled Tim to his feet, removed the cuffs, and led him over to the sling. All seven men were clearly flying high. After strapping Tim's arms and legs in the restraints, Jackson called out to the others, "Gather round, guys! This boy has a nice tight hole."
"Well, he did," Wilson said with a cruel laugh, "until we DPd him! Twice!"
The other men laughed. Splayed on his back, Tim had a chance to look at the five newcomers now that they surrounded the sling.
One was a pale white guy, average height, with short blond hair and a sizable belly that hung over his jockstrap. Every part of him was covered with a modest dusting of reddish-blond hair.
Another was a tall black man, almost as lanky as Tim, with a full beard, shaved head, a patch of hair in the middle of his chest, and a dense treasure trail leading from his navel into his jockstrap. The bulge suggested that he was well-hung.
Third was an olive-skinned man of average height, dark hair with a matching goatee. He had a good build, you might call it a swimmer's body, with a hairy chest, arms and legs. Not as hairy as Wilson, but hairier than most men Tim had seen.
Next was a short Latino man, well-built, with short hair and a bushy moustache, modestly hairy body, and a huge bulge in his jockstrap.
Finally, there was another well-built white guy, taller than the other four, buzz cut, stubbly face, average body hair.
Tim had the feeling that each and every one of them would be fucking him, possibly more than once.
Jackson led off the proceedings by lubing up his big uncut black cock and easing it into Tim's well-worn anus. He hit Tim's prostate on the first stroke, causing the boy to gasp and precum to ooze from the tip of his cock. The other men watched closely, some stroking their dicks through the mesh of their jockstraps.
Jackson fucked Tim, taking deep, regular strokes, his loose balls banging on the sling with each one. With the others cheering him on, Jackson reached orgasm within a few minutes, dumping yet another load into Tim's rectum. He pulled out and stepped aside, his cock softening and dripping cum onto the floor.
Wilson took his turn next. He stuck two fingers into the boy's gaping hole, pulling out some of Jackson's fresh cum. He put the fingers in his mouth and licked them clean, raising his eyebrows at Tim. Then he slid his cock into him, with a little more care than he had shown earlier in the day. Steady, regular strokes, no bone-rattling impacts, just a nice straightforward fuck.
Tim felt he could get used to this. Seeing the hairy brute completely dominate him made him tingle. His cock was hard and throbbing. He found Wilson's extensive body hair appealing, and even had come to like his intense body odor. Soon, Wilson's face twisted into a grimace and with a loud shout, he came, pumping another load into the boy.
