"Please, stop..." Peter begged softly, with a whisper of a voice as the two cops came hard at him and knocked him to the ground onto his back. His first reaction was to fight. He kicked and bucked desperately until the police officers grabbed hold of his legs and spread them wide. Glenn watched amused Peter getting taken down and licked his lips in anticipation at the glimpse of his rival's hole through his ripped out boxers. It looked so... new. Unused. Well, if that was the case, he would have taken care of it gladly. Impatiently, he dropped to his knees and motioned the police officers to lift Peter's ass. The ex State's Attorney offered no resistance as he was grabbed by the hips and put at the perfect height for fucking. He was petrified. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't believe that it was happening. Then, he felt the swollen head of Glenn's cock at his entrance and broke down, crying. "No, don't... Please... I'm a virgin! I'm a virgin!"

"Seriously? Out of every man you have paid to have sex with, you've never gotten fucked? What a shame... I'll remedy it immediately" Glenn replied harshly, reaching between the bars and grasping him by his thighs. Peter tried to pull himself together not wanting to give Glenn the satisfaction of hearing him cry but the tears kept rolling down his face. He was sure that crying wouldn't have stopped the new State's Attorney from doing what he wanted to do, much less set him free, but somehow he felt the hold on him loosen up. Little did he know that Glenn was planning something even worse... "Hey, Bob. Why don't you hand me your baton?"

The cop smirked and willingly pulled the truncheon out of his belt before passing it to Glenn. Peter swallowed nervously as he saw the whole thing from the ground. He knew exactly what was the baton use and he knew exactly what Glenn had in mind. In no time, without even a minute to prepare, he felt the cold end of the truncheon pressed firmly against his virgin hole. The ex State's Attorney gritted his teeth and tried to clench enough to hinder its entrance as Glenn pushed the baton against his hole, mercilessly. Peter winced, in pain. He tried anything to keep it out until he realized it was only prolonging his agony. Glenn was going to fuck him whether he liked it or not. So, what was the point? Why make it worse?

Resigned, Peter tried to relax and let the rounded tip slip inside, but it was harder than he thought. If only Glenn had given him some time... If only Glenn had prepped him properly... If only any of this wasn't happening... A sharp cry erupted from his mouth as soon as the truncheon popped past his tight rim and slid in. Glenn took advantage of it and slammed it all the way in, to the hilt, before stopping and enjoying his rival's expression of woe. This gave Peter the chance to adjust to the thick intrusion up his ass and its burning feeling. It was... stabbing. Unbearable. The worst thing he had ever experienced in his whole life. That was, until Glenn started ramming the baton in and out, merciless. A a series of piercing screams burst through the room as he twisted and rotated it roughly, trying to stretch his hole as wide as possible. It really hurt. Like hell. He was almost sure he was going to pass out from the pain he was feeling when it violently ripped from him as the truncheon was suddenly removed from his ass and promptly replaced with Glenn's leaking cock.

"Oh, fuck! You're so tight! Bet you're enjoying my cock too!" Glenn shouted at the top of his lungs as he penetrated Peter with one powerful thrust and buried himself deep inside him. He didn't have to wait long for an answer since the ex State's Attorney let out an agonizing, loud scream right away. Such music to his ears... So arousing... As a matter of fact, this wasn't only Peter's first time, it was also his. He had never fucked a man before and had never ever felt anything like that. The tightness. The heat. How his throbbing cock was trapped by his rival's stretched ass which clenched around it so tight and good. Yet, that was just the start of it... "Are you ready for it?"

"Please..." Peter begged devastated, as he felt something press against his hole next to Glenn's cock. He knew exactly what it was. He could have never forgotten that feeling. The baton... Without too much of a problem, Glenn worked it in, pushing it past his abused entrance and Peter screamed his head off. He felt, if possible, even more filled, even more stretched, even more hurt. He couldn't take it anymore. Glenn smirked and let a grunt escape from his lips as the truncheon slid in carelessly, pulling Peter's tight hole around his cock. Shit... The feel of it next to his cock and inside his rival was amazing, mind-blowing, and he couldn't refrain from moving anymore. Despite the steel grille between 'em, Glenn didn't let it stop him from getting what he wanted. He grabbed at Peter's hip with one hand and drove into him wildly as he gripped the baton with the other and moved both shafts inside him.

The ex State's Attorney let out an unearthly shriek as he was fucked hard and fast. It was too much. He had reached his limit. His ass was getting split in two. His hands were hurting 'cause of the tight handcuffs. His whole body was aching from being held down. When would it all be over? Mercifully, the end was nearer than he thought. The hard press of the baton... The added pressure and friction... The tightness of his walls clenching and squeezing... All of this together was enough to push Glenn to the edge, already. Feeling his balls tighten, he buried himself in one final thrust and finally came. 7 spurts of warm, sticky spunk shot out of his cock and filled Florrick's ass completely. The ex State's Attorney shivered at the squishing, moist feeling coating his insides and somehow marking him. Glenn panted heavily and tried to catch his breath before pulling his cock and the truncheon out of his Peter's ass, briskly. Peter whimpered at the loss as felt cold air blast against his burning hole. He felt relieved. He felt free. He felt- A feeling of disgust came over him as his eyes fell on the baton streaked with blood. His blood. He felt his stomach churn. He had nothing to feel relieved about. He... he had been raped. "You got what you wanted... You fucked me. Now, leave me alone..."

"I hate to break it to you, Peter, but I assured these two diligent officers you would have let 'em have their fun, too. Did you think they would have helped him without something in return?" Glenn explained ruthlessly as he tucked his softening cock into his pants and pulled up the zipper up. Hesitantly, Peter looked around at the cops behind him and started to tremble, catching 'em stroking their raging hard-on through the fabric of their pants. No... It couldn't be true... Somebody had to pinch him. Somebody had to wake him up from that nightmare. Glenn laughed, seeing the look on his face. "Maybe when they're done with you, you'll be able to deepthroat a cock properly. And if they won't, the other inmates will. Welcome to the general population, slut"