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"The Executioners"

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2 years of Basic Training, 4 years of Military Service, 4 years of training at "The Nation's Best Police Academy", for what? For me to spend the next five years, sitting behind a fucking desk. I'm a Secretary, a god-damn pencil pusher...

"Niels! What the FUCK are you DOING!?!"

"Working?"

"Ha! I bet you are... You're a saint! ThE gOlDeN bOy. A mother fucking Boy Scout!"

"Haha. You know me so well Captain.", making sure he can't hear me mutter, "You fucking piece of shit..."

Everyone in the Precinct likes to bust my balls.

Head of the class during Basic. A pristine Service Record. Received a Purple Heart. Trained to be the best Detective I could be, in one of the most dangerous cities in the nation, and this is where this all got me in the end. A rolling chair and a phone to call in take-out orders.

I beginning to think they only hired me because I'm a Veteran. I miss getting some act-

"Niels! Get your swollen ass in here, RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"

I open the door to the Captain's office. There are two men, dressed in black tie suits, standing to my left, next to the Captain's desk.

"How long have you been here, Niels?", asks the Captain.

"Five years, Sir."

"See? I'm telling you!"

As a moment of silence lingers, I take a look around. Plaques for decades of service to The City. Family photos, nicely framed. Certificates of excellence and proficiency in several different fields. A pin-board, just like you'd see in all the Hollywood, "Detective Story", movies.

Newspaper articles, mug-shots, black and white photos from undercover stings. Red strings make the connections to each piece of the puzzle. Bold letters across the top spell out, "The Executioners".

Hmph. The Executioners are The City's most notorious gang. Drug smuggling, gun running, bank robbing, degenerate low-lifes, who found nothing better to do than to take from those who can barely afford to lose anything.

"Niels. What DO you do here, exactly?"

"Mostly paperwork, Sir. The occasional in-department errand. I transfer at least three calls a day to higher ranking officers. I-"

"Okay, okay, Niels. Do you know these two gentlemen?", the Captain guestures towards the two men in suits

I shake my head, "No, sir. I don't."

"These men are with a Special Investigation Unit, focused on, The Executioners. We have reason to believe, The Executioners are dabbling in military grade weaponry and guess what...? YOU'RE the man for the job.", the Captain's finger pointing directly at my chest

"So, what does this mean for me?"

"You're getting out into the wild, Boy Scout! Getting some fresh air in the "C-TAY"...", chuckles the Captain.

"I-I won't let you down, Sir. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to show what I have to offer the precinct."

"Yeah, yeah. These gentlemen will escort you to the undercover location. A location we believe will exhibit criminal activity, where you'll partake in a stakeout for the next 24 hours, give or take. DON'T FALL ASLEEP, NIELS!", the Captain heartily laughs

"T-Thank you, Sir.."

I gather my thoughts and wheezily stumble out of the Captain's office.

My head swirls with excitement, joy, and nerves. Like my first day in the service.

Just as I double-check to make sure I have all the proper gear and tools needed for the job, the suited men appear, almost as if they glided into my field of vision.

"Uh, heh-heh. Hey guys. Are you ready to head out?"

A slight nod, in unison. Neither of them said a word, and if they did, I sure as shit didn't hear it. These two creep me out a little, to be honest.

The three of us in transit, over bridges, through Downtown, past the Industrial District, and finally, to our destination.

"The piers? How cliche...", I snort

The black Executioner hoods, basic crime bitches, and the sweet spot is right next to where any contraband would be shipped in and/or out. Not. Too. Bright, these Executioner fellows.

I start unrolling the top of a paper bag, filled with donuts I had "The Suits" roll through a drive-through for. The bag is apparently making a sound, neither one of them care for.

"What? Do you think they can hear this?", I ask

They turn to look at each other, say nothing, and continue to stare out the windshield in the direction of a massive, rundown warehouse.

Broken windows, metal slats, rusted walls on the outside, one black door with a single light shell hovering over the frame. Surely, some kind of security door with a camera and/or peephole to keep out unwanted visitors. Namely, us.

The Suits might not care for donuts, but we all got coffee. We're going to need it.

It seems like the full 24-hours have already passed and nothing of interest has happened.

I clear my throat to ask, "So, do you both live in The City?"

"No.", they can speak! In unison, of course

"It's not such a bad place. What? With all the rumors of The Executioners are capable of doing, I haven't heard anything worse than
what I've already seen."

No response.

Probably for the best. I mean, if I had served justice, dressed in a suit, for almost half my life, I can't imagine what describing the horrors of war would do to these two fragile mannequins. Calm, silent, tough demeanor be damned.

The light outside the warehouse door flickers. Then, it goes out. Suddenly, everything is dark. I can't see my hand in front of my face. I can't feel my face, either. In fact, I can't even lift my hand.

When I come back to, a breeze whooshes right between my thighs, running under the crack of my ass, making the hairs on my balls curl,
and forcing my scrotum to pull my balls closer to me for warmth.

Wait. Why are my pants gone!?!

A deep voice calls out, "Pig. Pig. Pig. Piggy. Piggy. Piggy. PIG! SsssoooooOOOOOooooooie!!! Oh. My. God. What do we have here, boys?"

"Mmm. Some fine looking bacon, if you ask me.", says a young, higher pitched voice

A goofball voice chimes in with, "Hee-hee-hee! I love bacon!"

What the fuck is going on?

"Well, well, well. We just wanted to thank our local police force for stopping by our FAVORITE donut joint for our SpEcIaL coffee. Hmm,
hm, haha!", cracks the deep voice

It's now been revealed, the two suits and I were drugged with something slipped into our coffee. Where are "The Suits"? I can't see anything in front of me. Maybe my eyes are still out of sorts. Maybe I've been blindfolded. I don't know for sure.

What I do know is, my wrists are sore. I can feel a cold metal pipe on my backside. My left ass cheek resting against the long, steel-like cylinder.

"Would you take a look at this GORGEOUS, THICK, pig, boys?", asks the deep voice

"I haven't been able to take my eyes off of all this meat since I took his pants off.", says the younger man

*SMACK*!, I feel a slight sting race across my right ass cheek. Clearly, the work of the goofy fucker. He giggles, confirming my intuition

"Keep your hands off me. Fuck all of you."

"Well, well, well. You heard the man.", the lips of the deeper voice smack

"With pleasure, officer."

*hyper giggling*

The cold chill of the metal pipe is now replaced with two separate faces, one quickly diving straight in, forcefully spreading my ass cheeks apart. I imagine my asshole becomes taut, from fear, but I'm not sure. My muscles still not fully functioning from being incapacitated earlier.

A wet tongue runs up the crack of my ass. I can feel spit run down underneath my sack. A ball of spit makes a faint noise, as it hits the floor. My crack is wet, lined with saliva. I can feel the tongue run up my crack again. Again. And again. Repeatedly.

My balls are starting to drop back down. The warmth of another mouth sucking on them. Biting their sack. Pulling down on my skin with his teeth. His tongue slathering my furry pouch. Making my dick fill with blood.

Biting. On my ass, starting at the top, and falling down to where my thighs begin to hold it up.

"Keep up the good work, boys. Just make sure to keep your HaNdS, off.", states the deep voice

I clench my teeth with disgust.

My dick, fully swollen, gets swallowed all the way down to its hilt, in one motion. I can feel the tip of a nose, pressed against me, inside my tuft of dark pubes.

A slight moan. I can't tell if it was me, or one of my aggressors.

Nibbling, on the mound of darker flesh between my full sack and wet hole. The nibbling turns into chewing along with unexpected quick lashes of a tongue across my hole.

I can feel the head of my dick, leaking. Slowly, a warm mouth pushes the skin down. Quickly, sliding back off of my shaft. Sounds of pleasure over the approval of their own oral work.

"This bacon tastes good.", says the younger voice, who I can now say for certain, is in front of me. Performing fear-inducing, yet somehow pleasurable oral feats on my cock.

My mind is resisting every action being performed, but my body is at their will, their mercy. All I can do is hope they don't do any permanent damage. Or worse.

"It looks like you boys have done a good job, breaking the ice, with our newly recruited officer here. Now, it's MY TURN.", growls the deeper voice

A menacing chuckle from the younger voice and a sadistic giggle from, "The Goof"

My eyes start to regain focus. I can see a hooded figure standing in front of me, unbuttoning my shirt. Clearly a member of The Executioners. He's studying my chest. His eyes slowly move down and rest on my throbbing dick. He bites his bottom lip and sighs.

I hear a gentle popping sound. Slowly my hole is being prodded with what feels like a finger. A saliva coated finger. After a few prods, I'm being penetrated.

"Ungh.", I let out a slight cry of discomfort. "You're going to pay for this!", I yell at three members of The Executioners.

"Oh, you don't understand, officer. This is our city. We don't pay for AnYtHiNg.", the young Executioner smirks

My hole is widening. Several, short, swift, thrusts. In. And out. In. And out.

I'm reeling from the turn of events. So much, I barely notice the younger Executioner slowly rest back down on his knees to continue sucking my

dick. Moving his extended tongue around its swollen head. Licking down both sides of its thick shaft.

I can see a wild-eyed head slither over my left hip, from behind me. Drool streams from its mouth, absolutely drenching my balls and scrotum. The drool is running back, to the bottom of my balls, the third Executioner making good use of it, lubing my wet hole.

"Mhmm. It's time to put this pig on a stick.", snarls the deeper voice

Before I can even balance myself, I feel an engorged penis penetrate me.

I gasp a little. My hole is being fucked by a man I'd rather see locked up and kept away from society.

As I look down, I see precum oozing from my tip, down the back of my shaft, running across the lips, and into the mouth of the young Executioner.

The Goof chuckles, rolling his tongue over my balls, sucking one into his mouth, making my body push back, further down onto "the stick" of The Executioner, who lets out a grunt

"Fuck, yeah. Take control, officer. It's what you're meant to do.", the deep voice barks

At the start, I had no control. Now, I'm losing control. These men are working me, all over, non-stop

The younger Executioner is slurping down onto my veined flesh at an uncanny pace. Making me spurt lines of precum all over his lips. His tongue flits out, lapping up every translucent drop of semen from my dick and his lips.

My balls are tightening, The Goof engulfing one at a time, swapping between the two. The way he attacks them, I can hear when one pops out of his mouth

My hole makes a sound with every movement, in and out. Sliding his dick out the way out, then slipping right back inside of me

Nothing feels good, but nothing feels bad either. I can't feel much at all, I only hear all of our sounds.

The younger Executioner moaning with excitement as he drinks my liquid. The Goof suckling on my testicles. Deep furious grunts behind
me.

There's nothing else I can do. I'm going to cum.

The younger Executioner barely has his lips wrapped around the head of my cock as it pulses, his cheeks filling up from the load I've released into his mouth.

The Goof gleefully giggles at the sight.

My hole tightens onto The Executioner behind me. I feel his already rapid pace quickening, his low sack swinging into mine whenever he drives forward.

My eyes slightly glazed, I notice the younger Executioner pursing his lips as he pulls away from me, making sure to suck in every drop. He swallows, lets out a sigh of delight, and wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve

An exclamation of, "OH FUCK!" bellows from The Executioner behind me as I feel his warm load splashing inside of me. His pulsating cock sends tremors throughout my rim, his strong hips slap into me, then grind against the back of my thighs. I feel some of his cum escaping out of my hole. I can't imagine how. Low heaving breaths rush past my ear.

I'm nearly exhausted, but I can't move. The rigid member of The Executioner behind me pulses one more time, then slowly pulls out.

The goofball pops my ass again, with the back of his hand

"GoooOOoooOd little piggy." *SQUEAL*