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French Arab twink, 18, gets seeded by riot police in the back of a van


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Adapted from Bareback Euro Lads & Older Men by Andy McGreggor

(This scene takes place after arresting a twinky looter and chaining him to the ceiling of the police van.)

Jean-Claude was kneeling, his mouth filled with tangy cock, sucking Yakub's eighteen-year old dick aggressively, coating the teencock with his spit. Jean-Clause savoured the taste of a teenage smoker; nicotine and cheap aftershave, the hint of piss, the warm waft of a manboy's groin. Yakub was writhing but then Jean-Claude paused from his sucking. He began rubbing his finger and thumb over the lad's mushroom-shaped glans, edging him, driving him crazy. Yakub pulled impatiently at the cuffs, sweat gathering in his acrid armpits, its scent mixing with his cheap deodorant.

Pascale was stood behind, his wedding ring finger sunk deep into Yakub's tight, barely-legal boypussy, tickling his colon walls, inadvertently scratching the tender lining. Pascale pushed his finger in deep, forcing Yakub onto tiptoe. The beur felt good up there, thought the married cop. Yakub's velvet sugar-walls were sticky, moist, hot. Soon Pascale would be pushing those soft guts to hell and back with his cruelly proportioned cock. Pascale's cock was twelve-inches and uncut. It jutted out of his blue canvas trousers like a weapon. The fat glans, stewing and nasty, was covered in foreskin. Pascale drew out his finger and sniffed it appreciatively. He sucked his digit, moistening it, before re-inserting it, stretching Yakub's anus, preparing the silky hole for its upcoming ordeal.

It was time. Jean-Claude was standing now, cupping Yakub's gently boiled ball sack, softly stroking the lad's slimy cock head, as Pascale began to violate Yakub's tight anal passage. At first, Yakub accepted the cock stoically, but as the man's huge glans tore its way inside his sphincter, Yakub was no longer able to stifle his pain. He groaned pathetically, whimpering like an unwanted puppy impaled on the vet's needle.

"Oh please, it hurts," he groaned, eyes clenched, teencock jutting out stiffly.

"Shut the fuck up and take it like a man," replied Jean-Claude. "If you want me to stop, just fucking say so, you cum hungry whore." He held Yakub's smooth chin and kissed him. Yakub kissed back, greedily. The beur was hungry. Jean-Claude felt Yakub tense as Pascale began to sink his gargantuan cock deep inside the resistant and stubborn colon. Jean-Claude savoured the muffled, hot gasps as Yakub struggled to accommodate the over-sized mancock in his tight teenage pussy. Jean-Claude stroked Yakub's damp, curly hair, caressing the willing captive's perspiring body, squeezing his engorged penis until Yakub squirmed in urgent protest.

Jean-Claude tapped his watch. "Time's getting on," he said.

"I know," sighed Pascale. His cock was being squeezed like a rabbit in the grasp of python. Yakub was panting with each painful, searing thrust, his own firm teencock bouncing obscenely, spraying threads of mucus.

"I'll drive us back towards the commissariat," said Jean-Claude, pushing his erect cock back into his trousers with difficulty. He'd cum later. Yakub yelped as the van pulled off, his wrists bitten by the sharp metal cuffs still attached to the ceiling. He tried to stand steady, his feet tiptoeing to and forth like a ballerina.

"Fuck!" hissed Pascale, entranced by the new motion and friction on his throbbing cock. Jean-Claude slammed on the breaks, impaling the teenage beur agonisingly onto the riot policeman's huge prick.

"Aye!" yelled Yakub, not knowing what hurt more, his wrists, his anus, or his pride.

"Shut up," hissed Pascale. He was close to cuming. He felt his balls tingling. The lad's raw and bruised cunt was sucking and squeezing like a clenched fist. Pascale bit the young man's hot neck. He nibbled Yakub's ears urgently. "I'm gonna cum, fiston," he hissed. "I'm gonna give you all my nasty spunk," he promised. Yakub's eyes were closed, his mouth open like a hot dog's, panting and swallowing. Yakub's eyes opened wide in surprise and delight, as he felt wave after wave of hot, potent spunk coat his velvety guts, soaking them, basting them, seeding them. Pascale pulled out with a fart and a plop, Yakub's dilated anus emitting a warm, fragrant breeze in its wake.

Jean-Claude pulled up outside the commissariat. He got out and opened the backdoors of the van, exposing Yakub's shame to a small crowd of riot police. The teenage man flinched in the cold draught, squirming under the scrutiny of the sneering men.

"Allez," boomed Jean-Claude jovially. "Some friends for you Yakub, son," he mocked. Yakub's eyes widened in horrified lust.

Pascale was zipping up. He paused to shake hands with a colleague who was boarding the van.

"That you done for the night, Pascale?" asked Pierre, a twenty-five year old blond cutey with a ten-inch cock and a sadistic temperament.

Pascale nodded, rolling his eyes. "What a night huh? Time for some sleep." Pascale looked over to Jean-Pierre. "You coming mate?" he asked.

Jean-Claude hesitated. "Can you give us a moment, bro?" said the policeman, unzipping his flies and yanking out his brutal, almost purple cock. Pascale looked at his watch, irritated. Yakub moaned in bliss as Jean-Claude's massive cock slipped inside him, all the way, jabbing his stomach, rubbing his prostate. "You like that, huh?" whispered Jean-Claude in Yakub's reddened ear. Yakub nodded, his face distant, trance-like. Yakub liked it very much. Jean-Claude felt his mate's hot cum coat his cock, warm, wet, dirty, seeping into his piss slit, dripping onto his pubic hair. Jean-Claude thrust his cock deep, and hard, brutally spearing the willing teenage prisoner. The men of the next shift smiled and exchanged looks. Soon it would be their turns. Soon, but not quite yet. Jean-Claude was close. He tingled. He shook. He gasped. His cum erupted deep inside his prey, his seed mingling with Pascale's. "Thanks, son," he said breathlessly, patting Yakub's plump ass with affection, before wiping his softening cock on the manboy's discarded t-shirt. Yakub's auntie had brought that for him, as an eighteenth birthday present. Jean-Claude zipped up his flies as Dominic, a fifty-year old father of two was pulling down his trousers, revealing thick, hairy legs and a cock that would shame a donkey. Young Pierre was busy removing his police number from his coat. Things might get tasty out there later, on the streets. A further riot had been reported and the cops were taking a beating. Paul, a thirty-year old amateur boxer, was applying a tube of lube to his wooden, regulation truncheon.

"Sorry, son," whispered Jean-Claude, kissing the bound lad on the cheek and buttoning his canvas coat. He took one last look at the young man's pleading, anxious, and lustfully horny baby-face before stepping out into the drizzle of the Parisian night. He closed the van door behind him.

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Guest pozpig46

Another hot and erotic story Andy. My ass always get jealous, wish the cops were as brutal over here. Keep the stories cumming

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  • 2 months later...

Guess there are like 10 in each shift. The nightshift left already partly, and he got fucked already by two of them. two more are preparing themselves already to be next. Obviously some of the dayshift flics will also have to work, at least pretend to.... So I guess a total of say 15 guys will have raped Yakub's arab boy hole and creamed him up in the end

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Guess there are like 10 in each shift. The nightshift left already partly, and he got fucked already by two of them. two more are preparing themselves already to be next. Obviously some of the dayshift flics will also have to work, at least pretend to.... So I guess a total of say 15 guys will have raped Yakub's arab boy hole and creamed him up in the end

So there we have it! Lol. But maybe there is a second van around the corner?

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