To my dear 5 readers:
This is a strong story. If your goal is to masturbate while reading a story, I don't think this one will be suitable for you. But stories like this happened.
In the neighborhood everyone knew that Daniel was gay, a strong word for a boy. But of course, the poor guy couldn't hide it, his gestures, his hip swivels, his way of smiling, were those of a cutie. His mother, Rosa, a brunette laborer like few others, had accepted him, his father, good but lost in cheap wine, would vociferate putooo!, my son is gay, he's so gay! in his drunken deliriums. His sister Lucy was a beautiful and cheerful little girl and the eternal companion of Daniel's games. His two brothers, twins, were two huge, strong, and mean-looking guys. A dark family, a family of heads in a working-class neighborhood of Italian, Galician, and Polish immigrants. That's why they had earned their nicknames. The twins, Mario and Jorge, were known as the eggplant twins and Danielito, a bit lighter-skinned, had received the nickname Panty, which was very long so it had been shortened to the suggestive Panty. The four brothers were very loved in the neighborhood and, except for some idiot who never fails to appear, Panty was just one more among the guys of the neighborhood. Besides, the eggplant twins had always made it clear that anyone who messed with Panty would have to answer to them, and the truth is that the eggplant twins were scary.
When Panty hit puberty, like all promiscuous people, he started getting excited about his bum, his friends stopped being just kids and, like all of us, began looking at pants. The twins discussed the topic extensively. Lucy was off-limits, and anyone who dared to make a move on her sister would get their head broken. But Panty, gay or not gay, was a man and men get it. Then when they noticed that Juan was becoming more and more friends with Panty and a time later another of the pubes from the bar also started getting closer to Panty, they got stupid and let them get each other's brother. Panty was happy and discreetly grew in his sexuality, some or rather several of his friends debuted in his bum and there was even a heated discussion between two guys who in love wanted Panty exclusively. Panty wasn't promiscuous, but the freedom and protection in which his sexuality had developed made him see with naturalness satisfying the desire of his friends and enjoying it.
But the idiot was there. Ricardo, pedantic, macho, stupid, resentful. For Ricardo, Panty was a faggot who had to be beaten up to get rid of the cock, he was a degenerate. Since the time when the eggplant filled his face with fingers and told him to take care not to touch his brother, he had become cautious, but every time he crossed paths with Panty he would mutter I'm going to catch you, promiscuous, you'll see what's done with fags like you.
Ricardo, barely reaching adulthood, got into the police. Walking around in uniform and gun belt made him feel a man, a type of care, it made him feel the man he wasn't. His father, also a milico, moved influences and got him a vacancy at the local police station.
Everything saw him strolling, with his pedantry on his sleeve and his slow walk through the commercial center of the neighborhood, hands on the wide black belt that hung the 9mm cartridge holder with sarcastic smile.
That Saturday, when night was already falling, Panty, with a friend from university - he was studying first year psychology -, was walking through the commercial center. Since his friend wanted to light a cigarette and there was wind, they huddled together in a corner to protect themselves from the wind and make sure the flame of the lighter didn't go out. When they turned around to keep walking, they bumped into with Ricardo that, arms crossed, he yelled at them -That's how I wanted to grab you, you dirty faggot!, putting on a show in the street. You better get out of here and don't let yourself be convinced again by this degenerate. You promiscuous ones come with me! No explanations were needed, no requests or pleas. Panty, handcuffed, ended up at the police station in a cell filled with turbid faces. Two or three of the inmates whispered to each other and stared at him, touching themselves. Panty, terrified, leaned his beautiful bum against the wall, looked down at the floor, and crossed his arms over his chest as if that illusory shield and not seeing could protect him from something. The ones who were looking at him stepped in front of him and one of them, with his dirty finger, lifted up his face from the chin. -You'll suck me first, promiscuous. Panty, as if he wanted to protect his pussy from violation, brought his hands to his sex and began to tremble nervously. In the cell, luckily, Rafa was there, a mason, a hothead, a friend of beer and gin, in jail not for being a wanker but for beating up his boss and sending him to the hospital. His hands were enormous like shovels and hard like sandpaper. -The one who touches the faggot will have to deal with me-, he said with his raspy voice from black tobacco and cement dust. -Stay calm, dude, nobody's going to touch a hair on your head. A vacuum formed around the kid. Panty, still protecting his pussy, barely lifting his head, mumbled a thank you. After a while, an officer came to get him. He took him to the back room of the police station, the farthest from the entrance. Inside only a chair, Ricardo and the shift chief, arms crossed. -So you're the promiscuous one who's been causing trouble on the avenue? We're going to give it to you, degenerate! Undress completely. -But I don't..., -shut up, faggot-, but..., -you told me to shut up, do you want me to get rough? Panty took off his shirt, took off his socks, and began to take off his pants. Below appeared that pink bikini that she had bought saving up from the little money her twin brothers could give her to buy a ticket and a Coke at school. -But look who you are! Get out of here, faggot! When the pants got to the floor, the old men saw Panty's thick cock, never used but with generous dimensions. Nature, what irony, had given her a girl's head inside a magnificent male body. -What a jerk!, tremendous cock and you're still using it, look I don't know how you don't cut yourself off. Ricardo had stayed out of the way until then. He approached Panty and started slapping her face with punches, one after another. -Do you see that I'm going to pay you? Lie down on the floor, quickly. Panty's face was a sea of tears, but she didn't utter a single cry, a single sob, she took it, bit her lips until they almost bled, but wasn't going to give them the pleasure of hearing her cry. She put her face down on the floor. The officer sat down to watch. -Since you like it up the ass, I'll give it to you up the ass. He took out the 9mm from his holster and stuck it in without mercy in her anus. Panty's scream was heard throughout the police station. -This is the last pistol you're going to eat promiscuous. He pulled the trigger twice. The gun didn't have bullets, but Panty didn't know that. After the first and surprising shot, she commended herself to the Virgin and started praying a Hail Mary. The two old men began to laugh. -Get out of here, faggot. And don't even think about talking because you're a ticket. Ricardo took out the bloody gun from her anus and left. The officer was still there. Panty got up slowly. From her slender bum came a sharp, piercing pain. She put on her pants and looked for her socks. -Before you leave, I'm going to suck your cum, faggot. Suck it. Panty wiped her face with her shirt, knelt in front of the open fly of the officer's pants and put his dripping cock in her mouth. The guy was too excited, and in a minute he came in her mouth. A bitter sperm.
-Swallow it, he ordered. Panty swallowed.
Panty arrived at his house at 11 pm and went straight to bed avoiding all contact with the family. He prayed, prayed, and prayed until he fell asleep. The stress had destroyed him more than the gun in his butt and he fell into a heavy sleep like death.
At 9 am, Rosa, the mother, woke him up to go to the inevitable Sunday Mass. As he didn't wake up, she pulled off the blankets as she always did. She brought her hand to her mouth not to scream. Panty's underwear had a large red circle of dried blood behind and there were many stains of dried blood on the sheets.
-What happened to you, little one? Panty was coming out of his sleep with half-closed eyes barely mumbling.
-Nothing, ma, don't know that I'm a faggot?
-But, but... Rosa was holding back not to cry, -what did they do to you? -
Panty sat on the bed again feeling like he was being pierced by a hundred needles in his anus. He started crying uncontrollably, almost screaming, all the tears he had been holding back during his hours of torture burst out there, his cheeks, those cheeks with such soft skin, swollen from the blows, rested on her mother's apron.
In an instant, the father and twins were in the room. Panty told them in detail what Ricardo had done to him. The twins' insults could be heard all the way from the sidewalk across the street, they wanted to go out right then and there to kill Ricardito, but the father held them back: revenge is eaten cold, sons, it's eaten cold.
Panty was treated at the Hospital Guard. The old guys didn't get much attention, they just changed their destination.
Three months passed. Ricardo was now in a Gorina Police Station and came home every night very late, always with his uniform, heavy black belt, gun, and baton.
One night, while crossing the vacant lot of the tracks, he found himself face to face with the twin berenjena brothers, tried to pull out his gun but a punch to the jaw made him tambalear and a kick in the balls made him fall twisting on the floor while Mario took his gun from his belt. They took him to the abandoned guard shack. Inside there were 5 more friends, all from the bar, all known to Ricardito, all friends of Panty, none gay, none had taken it, heart friends and not ass friends, as it should be.
-What are you going to do boys?, Ricardito dared to say, -look at me I know them and...
They didn't let him finish. They started raining punches, equal to those he gave Panty, but coming from 7 pairs of hands.
-Take off your clothes, son of a slut!
-What are you going to do? Not boys, be careful what you're doing, look at me...
Other 7 pairs of punches. Ricardo began to undress.
-I don't know why they're doing this, if he's a faggot! He deserved it, you have to teach him...
Jorge's punch in the stomach took away his desire to keep talking.
-And take off your underwear too. Ricardo obeyed. Sure, -he thought-, they'll whip my ass and back with the belt.
The 7 boys surrounded him, the 7 lowered their zippers, the 7 pulled out their cocks through their pants. Ricardo opened his eyes like coins. The kids had been well selected, in reality the whole bar wanted to participate, but Panty's intimate friends were too sensitive and some didn't have the right tool. The twins had chosen the 5 most stylish among their friends. Then the 7 stylish girls surrounding Ricardo were all scary, and between them, the biggest and most prominent ones were Mario and Jorge, obviously the nickname twins eggplant wasn't just because of their skin color, but it fit perfectly with the tremendous and dark dong that hung between their legs.
Ricardo was no longer in doubt, only one thing could happen to him, they would rape him. Resisting wouldn't do any good.
Ricardo ended up on his stomach on the floor, they took hold of his arms and spread his legs apart. Jorge, the cock... big, he got down on his knees behind his ass. No saliva, no considerations. The dark and monstrous head of Jorge's cock plunged into Ricardo's virgin and closed-off ass. The scream was loud, but at that hour and in that place, whoever wanted to could scream as much as they wanted, nobody would hear it.
-Are you closed off, son of a slut, but stay calm, after this night, you'll be the most broken-ass guy in the neighborhood.
Jorge gave him his second thrust and 15 cm of cock went in one stroke into Ricardo's virgin ass. Ricardo screamed again, but a new pair of slaps shut him up. The third thrust made the rest go in and Jorge started a furious in-and-out. Take it, son of a slut, feel what you made my brother feel, trash! The cock was going in and out almost entirely from Ricardo's ass as he tried to scream and received a pair of slaps with each scream.
-That's enough, please, I won't do it anymore, I won't do it anymore.
-Balls off!, You'll eat those seven, son of a slut!
It took Jorge 15 minutes to cum. When he pulled out, his cock came out bloody and full of poop.
-You're shitting yourself, son of a slut, aren't you? You've always been a hidden cagger in uniform. Go wash up, sore-ass!
Luckily, the semi-ruined bathroom still had water. They took him there, made him sit down on the toilet, and he came out with a mixture of poop, blood, and semen. They made him clean his ass and took him back to Mario, who was waiting for him, slowly jacking off.
Back on the floor and Mario's entire cock went in again into Ricardo's ass. Another 15 minutes of brutal analingus
When Mario put it in for the third time, Ricardo wasn't screaming anymore, just whimpering miserably. In the middle of the screwing, suddenly the kid stopped -what's going on with this? His ass is wrinkling up. Noooo!, yes!
They turned him over and discovered a large pool of semen under his body.
-Are you starting to like it, Ricardito? You're promiscuous too?
Ricardo didn't answer, he felt much more shame for that orgasm that couldn't help but be caused by the multiple rape he was suffering. Passed the fourth, passed the fifth, passed the sixth, passed the seventh. 7 thick cocks broke Ricardito's ass, filled him with cum, destroyed his pride and above all made him pay for the foolish evils he had made poor Panty suffer. But that wasn't the end of it. Jorge pulled out a bag from his pocket, a new medibach, a panty medium skin color, which after no little effort was put on Ricardito's legs and ass. The wives, perhaps the same ones he had used for Panty, were tied to his feet, some clips attached his hands behind his back, and finally, the black baton was introduced into his ass, with it being so dilated after two hours of rape by 7 fat cocks, it didn't take much effort to put 20 cm inside, and there it stayed the stick, like a Bosco's frame, swaying. They lifted him up, put on the black belt, with the corresponding cartridge and gun, because they say that anything can happen to a cop, but he should never lose his regulatory weapon, and they didn't want to harm Ricardito's brilliant police career. They grabbed him together and left him lying in the meadow near the tracks, with medibachas, gun at the belt and stick stuck in the ass. They didn't hit him too hard, wanted Ricardo to always be perfectly aware of what was happening. And perfectly aware he passed several hours in the meadow until the train's 6:05 guard saw him through the window and alerted on the next station. 3 points in the sphincter given at the police hospital were sufficient. But they gave him a discharge from the cop, the police don't accept agents with their ass broken among their ranks. He never went back to the neighborhood and his family moved out in a few months. Panty couldn't help but find out: did you know, madam, that Ricardo the policeman who lived on the other block was found like this on the tracks? Oh, what a horror, Mrs. Teresa, the things that happen!! Everyone imagined who they had been but only the bar friends knew the whole story. Ricardo, of course, never spoke, it didn't suit him. Panty got angry with the brothers, how could they be so brutal! Evil doesn't pay evil, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth is beastly behavior, thought Panty. His bum healed, his noble heart forgave, the society he lived in was like that and knew he would never be totally free from going through another bad moment. Luckily times have changed.
Panty received his psychology degree. Now he works at an NGO that defends the rights of those who are different. He never dressed as a woman, except for the shorts, because it doesn't interest him, but lives with a guy he calls my husband and who sweetly in intimacy calls him my beautiful girl. Sometimes they fuck, but hers is being with her legs open.
This is a strong story. If your goal is to masturbate while reading a story, I don't think this one will be suitable for you. But stories like this happened.
In the neighborhood everyone knew that Daniel was gay, a strong word for a boy. But of course, the poor guy couldn't hide it, his gestures, his hip swivels, his way of smiling, were those of a cutie. His mother, Rosa, a brunette laborer like few others, had accepted him, his father, good but lost in cheap wine, would vociferate putooo!, my son is gay, he's so gay! in his drunken deliriums. His sister Lucy was a beautiful and cheerful little girl and the eternal companion of Daniel's games. His two brothers, twins, were two huge, strong, and mean-looking guys. A dark family, a family of heads in a working-class neighborhood of Italian, Galician, and Polish immigrants. That's why they had earned their nicknames. The twins, Mario and Jorge, were known as the eggplant twins and Danielito, a bit lighter-skinned, had received the nickname Panty, which was very long so it had been shortened to the suggestive Panty. The four brothers were very loved in the neighborhood and, except for some idiot who never fails to appear, Panty was just one more among the guys of the neighborhood. Besides, the eggplant twins had always made it clear that anyone who messed with Panty would have to answer to them, and the truth is that the eggplant twins were scary.
When Panty hit puberty, like all promiscuous people, he started getting excited about his bum, his friends stopped being just kids and, like all of us, began looking at pants. The twins discussed the topic extensively. Lucy was off-limits, and anyone who dared to make a move on her sister would get their head broken. But Panty, gay or not gay, was a man and men get it. Then when they noticed that Juan was becoming more and more friends with Panty and a time later another of the pubes from the bar also started getting closer to Panty, they got stupid and let them get each other's brother. Panty was happy and discreetly grew in his sexuality, some or rather several of his friends debuted in his bum and there was even a heated discussion between two guys who in love wanted Panty exclusively. Panty wasn't promiscuous, but the freedom and protection in which his sexuality had developed made him see with naturalness satisfying the desire of his friends and enjoying it.
But the idiot was there. Ricardo, pedantic, macho, stupid, resentful. For Ricardo, Panty was a faggot who had to be beaten up to get rid of the cock, he was a degenerate. Since the time when the eggplant filled his face with fingers and told him to take care not to touch his brother, he had become cautious, but every time he crossed paths with Panty he would mutter I'm going to catch you, promiscuous, you'll see what's done with fags like you.
Ricardo, barely reaching adulthood, got into the police. Walking around in uniform and gun belt made him feel a man, a type of care, it made him feel the man he wasn't. His father, also a milico, moved influences and got him a vacancy at the local police station.
Everything saw him strolling, with his pedantry on his sleeve and his slow walk through the commercial center of the neighborhood, hands on the wide black belt that hung the 9mm cartridge holder with sarcastic smile.
That Saturday, when night was already falling, Panty, with a friend from university - he was studying first year psychology -, was walking through the commercial center. Since his friend wanted to light a cigarette and there was wind, they huddled together in a corner to protect themselves from the wind and make sure the flame of the lighter didn't go out. When they turned around to keep walking, they bumped into with Ricardo that, arms crossed, he yelled at them -That's how I wanted to grab you, you dirty faggot!, putting on a show in the street. You better get out of here and don't let yourself be convinced again by this degenerate. You promiscuous ones come with me! No explanations were needed, no requests or pleas. Panty, handcuffed, ended up at the police station in a cell filled with turbid faces. Two or three of the inmates whispered to each other and stared at him, touching themselves. Panty, terrified, leaned his beautiful bum against the wall, looked down at the floor, and crossed his arms over his chest as if that illusory shield and not seeing could protect him from something. The ones who were looking at him stepped in front of him and one of them, with his dirty finger, lifted up his face from the chin. -You'll suck me first, promiscuous. Panty, as if he wanted to protect his pussy from violation, brought his hands to his sex and began to tremble nervously. In the cell, luckily, Rafa was there, a mason, a hothead, a friend of beer and gin, in jail not for being a wanker but for beating up his boss and sending him to the hospital. His hands were enormous like shovels and hard like sandpaper. -The one who touches the faggot will have to deal with me-, he said with his raspy voice from black tobacco and cement dust. -Stay calm, dude, nobody's going to touch a hair on your head. A vacuum formed around the kid. Panty, still protecting his pussy, barely lifting his head, mumbled a thank you. After a while, an officer came to get him. He took him to the back room of the police station, the farthest from the entrance. Inside only a chair, Ricardo and the shift chief, arms crossed. -So you're the promiscuous one who's been causing trouble on the avenue? We're going to give it to you, degenerate! Undress completely. -But I don't..., -shut up, faggot-, but..., -you told me to shut up, do you want me to get rough? Panty took off his shirt, took off his socks, and began to take off his pants. Below appeared that pink bikini that she had bought saving up from the little money her twin brothers could give her to buy a ticket and a Coke at school. -But look who you are! Get out of here, faggot! When the pants got to the floor, the old men saw Panty's thick cock, never used but with generous dimensions. Nature, what irony, had given her a girl's head inside a magnificent male body. -What a jerk!, tremendous cock and you're still using it, look I don't know how you don't cut yourself off. Ricardo had stayed out of the way until then. He approached Panty and started slapping her face with punches, one after another. -Do you see that I'm going to pay you? Lie down on the floor, quickly. Panty's face was a sea of tears, but she didn't utter a single cry, a single sob, she took it, bit her lips until they almost bled, but wasn't going to give them the pleasure of hearing her cry. She put her face down on the floor. The officer sat down to watch. -Since you like it up the ass, I'll give it to you up the ass. He took out the 9mm from his holster and stuck it in without mercy in her anus. Panty's scream was heard throughout the police station. -This is the last pistol you're going to eat promiscuous. He pulled the trigger twice. The gun didn't have bullets, but Panty didn't know that. After the first and surprising shot, she commended herself to the Virgin and started praying a Hail Mary. The two old men began to laugh. -Get out of here, faggot. And don't even think about talking because you're a ticket. Ricardo took out the bloody gun from her anus and left. The officer was still there. Panty got up slowly. From her slender bum came a sharp, piercing pain. She put on her pants and looked for her socks. -Before you leave, I'm going to suck your cum, faggot. Suck it. Panty wiped her face with her shirt, knelt in front of the open fly of the officer's pants and put his dripping cock in her mouth. The guy was too excited, and in a minute he came in her mouth. A bitter sperm.
-Swallow it, he ordered. Panty swallowed.
Panty arrived at his house at 11 pm and went straight to bed avoiding all contact with the family. He prayed, prayed, and prayed until he fell asleep. The stress had destroyed him more than the gun in his butt and he fell into a heavy sleep like death.
At 9 am, Rosa, the mother, woke him up to go to the inevitable Sunday Mass. As he didn't wake up, she pulled off the blankets as she always did. She brought her hand to her mouth not to scream. Panty's underwear had a large red circle of dried blood behind and there were many stains of dried blood on the sheets.
-What happened to you, little one? Panty was coming out of his sleep with half-closed eyes barely mumbling.
-Nothing, ma, don't know that I'm a faggot?
-But, but... Rosa was holding back not to cry, -what did they do to you? -
Panty sat on the bed again feeling like he was being pierced by a hundred needles in his anus. He started crying uncontrollably, almost screaming, all the tears he had been holding back during his hours of torture burst out there, his cheeks, those cheeks with such soft skin, swollen from the blows, rested on her mother's apron.
In an instant, the father and twins were in the room. Panty told them in detail what Ricardo had done to him. The twins' insults could be heard all the way from the sidewalk across the street, they wanted to go out right then and there to kill Ricardito, but the father held them back: revenge is eaten cold, sons, it's eaten cold.
Panty was treated at the Hospital Guard. The old guys didn't get much attention, they just changed their destination.
Three months passed. Ricardo was now in a Gorina Police Station and came home every night very late, always with his uniform, heavy black belt, gun, and baton.
One night, while crossing the vacant lot of the tracks, he found himself face to face with the twin berenjena brothers, tried to pull out his gun but a punch to the jaw made him tambalear and a kick in the balls made him fall twisting on the floor while Mario took his gun from his belt. They took him to the abandoned guard shack. Inside there were 5 more friends, all from the bar, all known to Ricardito, all friends of Panty, none gay, none had taken it, heart friends and not ass friends, as it should be.
-What are you going to do boys?, Ricardito dared to say, -look at me I know them and...
They didn't let him finish. They started raining punches, equal to those he gave Panty, but coming from 7 pairs of hands.
-Take off your clothes, son of a slut!
-What are you going to do? Not boys, be careful what you're doing, look at me...
Other 7 pairs of punches. Ricardo began to undress.
-I don't know why they're doing this, if he's a faggot! He deserved it, you have to teach him...
Jorge's punch in the stomach took away his desire to keep talking.
-And take off your underwear too. Ricardo obeyed. Sure, -he thought-, they'll whip my ass and back with the belt.
The 7 boys surrounded him, the 7 lowered their zippers, the 7 pulled out their cocks through their pants. Ricardo opened his eyes like coins. The kids had been well selected, in reality the whole bar wanted to participate, but Panty's intimate friends were too sensitive and some didn't have the right tool. The twins had chosen the 5 most stylish among their friends. Then the 7 stylish girls surrounding Ricardo were all scary, and between them, the biggest and most prominent ones were Mario and Jorge, obviously the nickname twins eggplant wasn't just because of their skin color, but it fit perfectly with the tremendous and dark dong that hung between their legs.
Ricardo was no longer in doubt, only one thing could happen to him, they would rape him. Resisting wouldn't do any good.
Ricardo ended up on his stomach on the floor, they took hold of his arms and spread his legs apart. Jorge, the cock... big, he got down on his knees behind his ass. No saliva, no considerations. The dark and monstrous head of Jorge's cock plunged into Ricardo's virgin and closed-off ass. The scream was loud, but at that hour and in that place, whoever wanted to could scream as much as they wanted, nobody would hear it.
-Are you closed off, son of a slut, but stay calm, after this night, you'll be the most broken-ass guy in the neighborhood.
Jorge gave him his second thrust and 15 cm of cock went in one stroke into Ricardo's virgin ass. Ricardo screamed again, but a new pair of slaps shut him up. The third thrust made the rest go in and Jorge started a furious in-and-out. Take it, son of a slut, feel what you made my brother feel, trash! The cock was going in and out almost entirely from Ricardo's ass as he tried to scream and received a pair of slaps with each scream.
-That's enough, please, I won't do it anymore, I won't do it anymore.
-Balls off!, You'll eat those seven, son of a slut!
It took Jorge 15 minutes to cum. When he pulled out, his cock came out bloody and full of poop.
-You're shitting yourself, son of a slut, aren't you? You've always been a hidden cagger in uniform. Go wash up, sore-ass!
Luckily, the semi-ruined bathroom still had water. They took him there, made him sit down on the toilet, and he came out with a mixture of poop, blood, and semen. They made him clean his ass and took him back to Mario, who was waiting for him, slowly jacking off.
Back on the floor and Mario's entire cock went in again into Ricardo's ass. Another 15 minutes of brutal analingus
When Mario put it in for the third time, Ricardo wasn't screaming anymore, just whimpering miserably. In the middle of the screwing, suddenly the kid stopped -what's going on with this? His ass is wrinkling up. Noooo!, yes!
They turned him over and discovered a large pool of semen under his body.
-Are you starting to like it, Ricardito? You're promiscuous too?
Ricardo didn't answer, he felt much more shame for that orgasm that couldn't help but be caused by the multiple rape he was suffering. Passed the fourth, passed the fifth, passed the sixth, passed the seventh. 7 thick cocks broke Ricardito's ass, filled him with cum, destroyed his pride and above all made him pay for the foolish evils he had made poor Panty suffer. But that wasn't the end of it. Jorge pulled out a bag from his pocket, a new medibach, a panty medium skin color, which after no little effort was put on Ricardito's legs and ass. The wives, perhaps the same ones he had used for Panty, were tied to his feet, some clips attached his hands behind his back, and finally, the black baton was introduced into his ass, with it being so dilated after two hours of rape by 7 fat cocks, it didn't take much effort to put 20 cm inside, and there it stayed the stick, like a Bosco's frame, swaying. They lifted him up, put on the black belt, with the corresponding cartridge and gun, because they say that anything can happen to a cop, but he should never lose his regulatory weapon, and they didn't want to harm Ricardito's brilliant police career. They grabbed him together and left him lying in the meadow near the tracks, with medibachas, gun at the belt and stick stuck in the ass. They didn't hit him too hard, wanted Ricardo to always be perfectly aware of what was happening. And perfectly aware he passed several hours in the meadow until the train's 6:05 guard saw him through the window and alerted on the next station. 3 points in the sphincter given at the police hospital were sufficient. But they gave him a discharge from the cop, the police don't accept agents with their ass broken among their ranks. He never went back to the neighborhood and his family moved out in a few months. Panty couldn't help but find out: did you know, madam, that Ricardo the policeman who lived on the other block was found like this on the tracks? Oh, what a horror, Mrs. Teresa, the things that happen!! Everyone imagined who they had been but only the bar friends knew the whole story. Ricardo, of course, never spoke, it didn't suit him. Panty got angry with the brothers, how could they be so brutal! Evil doesn't pay evil, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth is beastly behavior, thought Panty. His bum healed, his noble heart forgave, the society he lived in was like that and knew he would never be totally free from going through another bad moment. Luckily times have changed.
Panty received his psychology degree. Now he works at an NGO that defends the rights of those who are different. He never dressed as a woman, except for the shorts, because it doesn't interest him, but lives with a guy he calls my husband and who sweetly in intimacy calls him my beautiful girl. Sometimes they fuck, but hers is being with her legs open.
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