(M/M/M, reluctant, masturbation, oral, anal)

"Let me go!" Azwar yelled, trying to fight the police men who grabbed his arms securely. "I'm the minister of defense. You can't do this to me. Let me go!" he yelled again, out of anger. His face reddened, flaming with unbearable ire. But no matter how hard that man tried to break free he was no match to several strong sturdy Malaysian police officers. Azwar was being dragged through the large police station. The struggle that Azwar gave had attracted attention from other cops who were doing their duty inside the building. Several policemen who happened to see the incident only snickered, enjoying the humiliation on the minister's face. No one there had any respect for the ex-minister. "Hands off!" Azwar yelled, not caring for the fact that he looked like a crazy man. "Fuck off!" Amid his anger, he did not hesitate to throw out several dirty words. "You're all fuckers. Fuck! Let me go!" But words could not hurt the cops who grabbed him. "Ah! No! I don't' want to go into prison! Fuck! Let me go!"

"Shut up, Azwar!" one of the policemen said, still holding Azwar's arm tightly. "You're no longer a minister. You're just a regular citizen. A scum bag. You're nothing." He ended it with a series of mocking laughter. "Jail is the perfect place for you. You'll be happy there. There, you'll get fucked for as many times as you wanted. Yeah, we all know how much you like to be around faggots. Coz you're one yourself." The other cops broke out in laughter, hearing that comment. "You'll like being in jail. I promise." To emphasize what he meant, he purposely gripped Azwar's arm more tightly. He snickered when he saw pain on Azwar's handsome face.

"Yeah, jail is the place for a faggot like you," the other cop chimed in. His remark was soon followed by more laughter. Every single cop there threw out lewd remarks towards Azwar. "See? You'll have plenty of gay sex here, homo. We'll make sure that you'll never run out of fresh cum and cock. Isn't that right, Burhan?" that cop asked the other cop who was gripping Azwar's hand. Together, both cops were dragging Azwar into the interrogation room. Without much difficulty, they managed to suppress Azwar's resistance. "Here you go," the cop said as he pushed Azwar into the room.

"Ah!" Azwar yelped, losing balance. That man fell onto the cold hard floor. Unfortunately, he did not have time to protect his head. With a loud thud, his forehead hit the floor. Immediately, Azwar's head went dizzy. For a moment, he was in pain. Wincing, he was rolling on the floor, hoping that the pain on his head would stop. The white shirt that he wore was soon smeared with dirt. It served as a mop as it brushed the floor. "Fuck! It hurts! Oh! You guys have cracked my head! Oh!" Azwar cried. He knew that it would be very humiliating to cry in front of other men. But he did not know how to express his anger, humiliation, and defeat. "Fuck you all! Fuck you!" Azwar cursed, still rolling on the cold floor. But those two police officers were laughing.

"Close the door, Rosdi," Burhan said to his friend. The door was soon closed. It sealed Azwar's fate. There was no escape for him. Still laughing mockingly, Burhan stepped forward. Rudely, he grabbed Azwar's shirt. "You don't need to wear clothes, faggot." As he pulled at it, the shirt was torn apart. The buttons scattered all over the floor. "Nice body," he commented as he laid his eyes on Azwar's bare back. "You're not as muscular as Rosdi and I. But I still think that you're sexy. We're gonna have so much fun with you, Azwar." Turning to his friend, Burhan signaled him to move Azwar to the chair.

Inside the room, there was only a wooden table. It was somewhat long, designed for several people. Around the desk were six wooden chairs. Rosdi walked up to one of them and dragged it to Azwar's body. Then the strong cop bent over to pick Azwar up. Easily, he moved Azwar onto the chair, making him sit there. Azwar whose head was still spinning did not give any fight. Rosdi then grabbed Azwar's arms and placed them at the back of the chair. Before Azwar realized what was going on, suddenly he felt cold metal object around his wrists. Azwar was being handcuffed! At then, he began to struggle. But he was not Superman. There was no way that he could break his hands free from those cuffs.

Acting like a chief police, Burhan was walking around Azwar. He kept his eyes fixed to Azwar's helpless body. Apparently, he was pleased with Rosdi's work. "Good job, Rosdi. Now we can proceed with the interrogation." Then, Burhan stood before Azwar. "Look at me," he said, his voice booming. "Look at me, faggot!" he repeated his order. But Azwar did not want to obey it. And it sparked Burhan's anger. Without saying anything, the cop delivered a punch to Azwar's stomach.

Azwar was so surprised. He did not expect it. Painfully, he was groaning from the hurt. His mouth gaped open but no sound came out from it. Instinctively, Azwar wanted to lean over to protect his stomach but he could not. The cuffed hands stopped him from doing so. It took him several minutes to recuperate. Then the order was repeated. Not wanting to get another punch, Azwar chose to obey. Lifting up his head, he stared into Burhan's eyes. But then Azwar was again assaulted. This time, he received a hard slap across his cheek. Azwar's head was flung to one side. A burning reddish mark quickly took shape on his cheek as the result of the slapping.

"I don't' like the way you stared at me," Burhan stated his reason. Obviously, Burhan enjoyed seeing Azwar's predicament. "Do you know why we apprehended you?" It was a rhetorical question. "You've been charged with sodomy. It's a heinous crime in Malaysia. As a devout Moslem, you know that. But still, you indulged in that despicable act of unnatural sex. And for that, you will be punished. According to Malaysian law, a man who has indulged in man-to-man sex can face 20-year imprisonment, plus flogging. And you, Azwar, can't escape from the law. That's why the prime minister fired you and sent you to us." Staring down at Azwar, Burhan continued, "It's said that you have fucked your ex-driver. You also fucked your own brother and your male secretary. All three of them have confessed and signed testament."

"But I didn't do it. I'm not a homosexual man," Azwar protested. "It's all lie. I never fucked those men." But Azwar knew that whatever he said, he would not be able to bail himself out. The sodomy charge was a part of the great scheme to ruin his political career. During the whole time, Azwar was indeed involved in several gay affairs, including with his ex-driver. But he had never fucked the other two men whom the police claimed. "I never fucked them. And you know it." But Azwar's courage was rewarded with another slap.

"Shut up! It's futile. Give up and confess. Admit that you did fuck those men," Burhan insisted. That cop pressed his nose against Azwar, forcing Azwar to look straight into his evil eyes. "You can't escape this. You know it. If you don't want to confess, we will create the evidences ourselves. You'll rot in prison. By the time you get out, you will crawl on your stomach because your ass is swollen from being over-fucked. I'm sure many men in jail will enjoy your ass." Burhan's warm breath was blown onto Azwar's face. "So, do you want to confess or not?"

Azwar then yelled, "No! I'm not guilty. I'm not a gay man. I'm not a fucking faggot! Maybe it's you who like to suck dick." It was definitely the wrong answer. Needless to say, Azwar received another blow on his stomach. "Oh!" Azwar groaned, his mouth gaping open. He wanted to scream his pain out but he could only produce a weak growl. For several seconds, Azwar's world was spinning around. At then, he began to realize that he might have to be more cooperative with the police. If he continued his resistance, he could die. "Ok, I'll admit," he said weakly. But after being punched hard, talking became a difficult thing to do. But Azwar forced himself to keep talking. "Yes, I did fuck my ex-driver. Zain and I have done it for several times. But when he quit, I never saw him again. As to the other two men, I swear that I never touched them. At least, not in a homosexual way."

"That's not good enough," Burhan said. He stood up, straightening his body. As he was standing there, he could not hide how athletic his body was. Burhan was only 30, still looking very attractive. The hard physical exercises had shaped his body well. As a Malay man, Burhan possessed dark brown skin complexion. When he flexed his biceps, those muscles were bulging under the sleeves. Although Burhan was neither handsome nor ugly, he had aura of sexiness which was strong enough to attract women and gay men. "Do you like my body?" Burhan asked. It came out all of a sudden and Azwar simply did not know hat to say. Impatiently, Burhan asked again, "I asked you, do you like my body, faggot?" That police officer reached out a hand and quickly grabbed one of Azwar's exposed chest mounds. With just one grab, he managed to catch Azwar's nipple. Mercilessly Burhan twist it.

"Yeow!" Azwar cried. The pain was unbearable. Instantly, he felt as if his nipple was on fire. Hot burning yet uncomfortable sensation was attacking his abused nipple. Azwar had to twist his body to avoid the pinch but he could not do much with his hands tied up. "Oh! Stop it!" he cried again, begging for mercy. His eyes broke into tears. Azwar's nipples were indeed very sensitive. They were so sensitive that Azwar did not want his sex partner to touch them during sexual intercourse. "Don't torture my nipple, please," he sobbed when Burhan's hand released it. Azwar's body shuddered from fear. He knew that his life was in the hands of those wicked police officers. Again, the same question was repeated. This time, Azwar quickly answered. "Yes, I like your body," he sobbed, looking down at his swollen nipple head.

"Good answer, faggot," Burhan responded. Quietly, he observed Azwar's naked torso. 'Fuck! Azwar was quite sexy for a man. Even though he has already been in his mid 40s, he still looks good,' Burhan thought. 'And that moustache of his sure fits his handsome face.' Burhan's eyes then trailed down to Azwar's neck. Down the neck was a sexy-looking torso. 'His body looks good. Most men have beer belly but his stomach is flat.' Lustfully, Burhan's eyes swept upward and lingered at Azwar's exposed chest. 'I like his chest. His chest mounds are so full of flesh. What I like the most about Azwar's body is that it has lighter complexion. And I think that's sexy.' No one knew about Burhan's homosexuality because he kept it closeted. But at time like that, it was the right time to be gay without being afraid to be caught. "You're a faggot. And we're gonna give you what you want."

Azwar knew that there's no escape for him. Sitting weakly on his chair, he braced himself for what was about to happen. His face reddened as he realized that the police officer was staring at his torso. Azwar never really thought himself as a sexy man. But he did try to keep his body in shape, although he did not possess any bulging muscles. Even though the sun was shining brightly outside, Azwar felt rather cold. The fact that he was cuffed with nothing to cover his bare chest was enough to put him in great embarrassment. Looking up at Burhan, Azwar was about to say something but he quickly changed his mind. He simply didn't want to get punched again. At then, he got a better look at Burhan's face. 'This cop is not quite handsome. But there's something about him that turns me very lustful towards him. Even though his body is clothes, I can see how muscular his body is.' Secretly, Azwar was having dirty fantasy about Burhan. That fantasy of his immediately erected his dick. Azwar's face reddened as soon as he saw a big tent in his trousers.

Burhan then snickered when noticed a slight stir inside Azwar's black trousers. "You like it. Oh, you're really a faggot. I only pinched your nipple and you're turned on. Perhaps you want more." Without giving Azwar time to react, that perverted cop reached for Azwar's other nipple. "Yeah, take this, faggot." It was very easy for him to grab Azwar's other chest mound. Mercilessly, he twisted the nipple head. It sent Azwar screaming out of pain. "Oh yeah! Scream as loudly as you want. Oh yeah! I love it." When he let the nipple go, he noticed how swollen it became. "Nice. I like swollen man nipples. Now, you look sexier." His eyes, again, darted to Azwar's tenting crotch. "You're hard."

Standing behind Azwar's chair, Rosdi craned his head over to see Azwar's tenting crotch. Upon seeing it, Rosdi laughed mockingly. "Shit! He's indeed hard. I can’t believe that a man can be turned on just by having his nipples pinched." Having unobstructed view from above, Rosdi grabbed those chest mounds. One hand took one chest mound. "Yeah, a faggot like you just loves to be groped by real men, right? I heard that all homos like men in uniform. Well, we're gonna make you hard all the time during the interrogation." Unlike Burhan, Rosdi was as straight as an arrow. In fact, he despised gay men. "Look at that. He doesn't lose his erection. This man is really a homo," Rosdi exclaimed. With both hands, Rosdi was groping Azwar's fleshy chest mounds. One thing for sure, he did not do it for his own pleasure. On the contrary, he merely wanted to humiliate Azwar. "Yeah, how does it feel, huh? Having your chest groped like a woman's tits?" To make his point clear, Rosdi grasped both nipple heads with both of his hands. After being sure that he had got those jutting nipple heads in his hands, Rosdi then pulled them as hard as he could.

"Ah!" Azwar groaned. The ex-minister was kicking about. His feet were stomping onto the floor, creating loud noises. Azwar's nipples were very sensitive. They could take no direct stimulation. Rosdi's rough nipple treatment had sent Azwar screaming and bucking. "Stop! Oh! My nipples!" Azwar cried, sobbing. In response to it, Azwar's body flexed. The muscles that were buried under the layer of body fat bulged out each time they were contracted. As if it had been jolted with electricity, Azwar's body convulsed. The chair was almost knocked off. "Oh! Stop it! Don't touch my nipples! Please, ah!" he cried. Several nipple hairs grew around the areolae. But some of them had been pulled off, leaving burning pain. "Oh! Please, leave my nipples alone!" When his nipples were finally let go, Azwar still moaned with pain. The heads of those nipples had grown almost twice of their original size, looking reddish and swollen. Beads of cold sweat were beading up Azwar's torso. Pumping in some fresh air, his chest was heaving up and down. For a moment, he felt rather relieved as the nipple torture stopped but he had no idea what was about to come next.

"Earlier, you said that you liked my body. So maybe I should give you what you want to see," Burhan said, his hands unbuttoning the police uniform. "Yeah, this is what you've been longing to see, right? My bare chest?" It only took seconds to undo the buttons. Burhan's shirt then hung open to Azwar's pleasure. The middle section of Burhan's muscular torso peeped through the open shirt. The narrow valley between those full chest mounds was clearly seen. "Oh yeah, I know that you want it." With that, Burhan slid the shirt off his body. As he threw the shirt onto a chair, he revealed a display of an impeccable chest. Athletic muscles graced his body. When Burhan moved his arms, the muscles there flexed. A pair of hard chest mounds jutted out proudly, adorned by tiny brown nipples. Burhan's body was hairless, except for the arms and legs. Down the pectorals was a set of six packs. Yet, the abdominal muscles were not well defined. Burhan proudly showed his body off. He knew that Azwar was dying to have gay sex with him. "A homo like you doesn't deserve to wear clothes," Burhan said, enjoying Azwar's ordeal. Turning to Rosdi, he ordered him to strip Azwar. "Strip this queer. Let's see his naked body."

"What? No!" Azwar protested. But with his hands cuffed, he could do nothing to stop it. Kicking the floor, he tried to break free. "Ah!" Azwar had often stripped himself in front of other men, for sex. But being stripped forcefully by two rough policemen was an entirely different story. "No! Don't! This is rape! Oh! You two can't do this to me!" Like a mad man, he was yelling and cursing while his whole body contracted. But those two policemen watched the whole show quietly, waiting until Azwar had drained up all of his energy. In less than a minute, Azwar's struggle died down. His chest heaving, Azwar was sweating profusely. The sound of his breath could be heard clearly. A moment's of silence hung in the air. "Fuck!" Azwar gasped, realizing that he had done exactly what those cops wanted him to do. "You guys are waiting until I have no more energy to fight back. Aren't you?" And to his horror, both cop began to act. "No!" Azwar yelled, fighting for his trousers but he was totally helpless.

"Yeah, we're gonna strip you naked and humiliate you," Rosdi said. Looking at his friend, he asked for help. "Hold his legs while I undo his trousers." From behind, Rosdi reached down and grabbed Azwar's leather belt. The belt metal head clank as it was being undone. It was very easy to subdue Azwar. "Oh yeah, we're gonna rape you, faggot. You're so turned on, right? Maybe you should become the minister of faggot affairs." Using his strong hands, Rosdi ripped the upper part of the trousers. As the result, the trouser button was torn off. The zipper was instantly unzipped. Worn-out briefs were exposed, with a big bulge inside them. "This faggot is so horned up. Look at the front part of his underwear. It's leaking with precum."

Burhan, at then, was kneeling to hold Azwar's legs still. When he looked up, he saw what Rosdi saw. There, before his eyes, was a display of horny obscenity. Azwar's cock had reached full erection, trapped inside those white briefs. The smell of precum was so strong. And it wafted through the air, reaching Burhan's nostrils. As a gay man, he enjoyed it very much. "You leak a lot. You must be very horny," Burhan commented. His hand was reached out to touch the wet spot. "Oh!" he gasped involuntarily as his fingers made contact with Azwar's drenched briefs. Smiling wickedly, that kneeling cop grabbed Azwar's trousers. Not giving any warning, he suddenly pulled them as hard as he could. "Get these trousers off," he gasped, exerting his strength. Burhan's biceps were contracting as he tried to take off Azwar's trousers.

"No! Stop it!" Azwar protested. On one side, he secretly loved the treatment he received. After all, he loved men. But on the other side, as the ex-minister of defense, he was totally humiliated. His body squirming, Azwar was kicking wildly. He did not realize that his kicking helped Burhan. In one hard yank, the trousers were slid off! "Oh!" Azwar groaned, embarrassed. Along with the trousers, both of Azwar's shoes were also taken off. Azwar could sense that his face reddened, as red as an apple. And he knew that those cops would not stop there. Inevitably, he imagined that those two hunky cops was raping his ass. It was too much to think about. Azwar's dick immediately throbbed again, pushing against the tight briefs.

"This man has a rather large cock. Just look at his briefs. They look as if they would soon be torn apart," Rosdi said, enjoying the view from above. Although Rosdi was not gay, he could appreciate a man's body when he saw one. And he had to admit that Azwar had taken a good care of his own body. Again, he reached for Azwar's chest. The traumatized Azwar tried to avoid the touch, but Rosdi managed to grab one of the mounds. Squeezing it, he was feeling how hard the Azwar's chest was. Even a straight man like Rosdi had to admit that Azwar's chest mounds felt good in his hand. 'Fuck! What am I thinking? I'm not queer!' he berated himself when he realized the homosexual thought that flitted across his mind. After releasing Azwar's chest, he ordered his friend to hasten the procedure. "Don't waste any time. Let's check his body."

Actually, Rosdi and Burhan had been tasked with an important duty. It was imperative to pull Azwar down from his position so that his political enemies could benefit from it. And the only way to do it was to dig out Azwar's dirtiest secret. Once Azwar's enemies had learned that Azwar was a homosexual man, it was easier for them to plot against him. Yet, they had no solid evidences. Thus, a devious plan was devised. If they could not find the evidences, they should create some. And both Rosdi and Burhan were a part of that plan.

Being awaken from his dirty thought, Burhan quickly nodded. "Ok. Hold him. I'm gonna take his briefs off." Burhan wished that the situation had been calmer. He would have enjoyed spending some quality time with Azwar's body. "We're gonna strip you naked," he snickered, grasping Azwar's leaking bulge. An immediate growl echoed from Azwar's mouth. "Yes, you're gonna be naked." Azwar took his quick chance to grope Azwar's erection. It felt so good to touch a hard dick that belonged to a handsome man like Azwar. When Burhan squeezed that shaft, he was rewarded with a streamlet of precum. The fluid added to the wetness which had spread through the front part of Azwar's briefs. Saying no more, Burhan grabbed hold of Azwar's waist. Adeptly, he dug his fingers into the rubbery waistband. "Oh yeah!" he moaned as he yanked the briefs off. The briefs came off easily, owing to Azwar's struggle. Burhan threw them to the floor. "Yeah, now you are naked." Spark of lust glinted in Burhan's eyes.

Being overwhelmed with shame, Azwar helplessly let those cops have a look at his genitalia. A rather large cock was jutting out. The head was fully exposed because the cock had been circumcised. Traces of precum could be seen as it coated the whole glans. Large purplish veins were sticking out along the shaft. Two meaty spheres rested lazily on the chair. Several long pubic hairs grew on the ball sack. The growth of the pubic hair centered on the crotch. Azwar's face reddened; it felt like burning. At the same time, Azwar's gay instinct took over. He was greatly aroused by the fact that he had been stripped naked in front of two randy cops. One of his dirtiest fantasies was about to take place.

Rosdi then stepped up to Burhan. He gave Burhan a cue that he needed to talk to him in private. Thus, both cop retreated to the corner of the room, leaving Azwar cuffed in the middle. "We need the evidence," Rosdi whispered. "As you know, we're being ordered to extract sperm sample from Azwar's cock. Should we jack him off? But who's gonna do that?" Rosdi's face showed great concern about that because he was strictly heterosexual. The thought of touching another man's body sexually made his body shiver with disgust. "And don't you forget that we also have to check his rectum for any signs of anal penetration. If there's nothing that we can find there, you know that one of us have to fuck his ass to make him look gay. We do know that he's a faggot but we need to plant the evidences for the court."

"Don't worry. I'll do the cum extraction. You've done enough for me. Last year, when I was almost shot, you saved my life. Now, it's my turn to save yours," Burhan said, pretending that he was about to make the greatest sacrifice. "I'm willing to stimulate that faggot's dick. I'll do whatever it takes to make him cum, including sucking him off." Of course, Burhan was more than glad to do that. But he could not afford to let Rosdi knew about that. "I know that you won't be able to suck his cock. So, I'll do it for you. But you must be wiling to fuck his ass. I can't do both at the same time."

Rosdi thought for a minute. It was better to fuck a man's ass than to suck his dick, he pondered. "OK, it's a deal," he whispered. After reaching agreement, Rosdi and Burhan walked up to Azwar's chair. "I guess that you want to see my body, too, huh?" It was a rhetorical question because Rosdi knew what Azwar thought exactly. "Sure you do. All fagots like you are craving to see athletic bodies. Well. I'm gonna give it to you, you worthless piece of shit." Actually, Rosdi did not take off his clothes to accommodate Azwar's pleasure. He did that because the temperature in the room had risen. Taking off his shirt would be a great help. "Watch me, faggot," Rosdi said, standing before Azwar. With his great paws, he unbuttoned the uniform. "Drool over my chest, homo. I know that you want it. But you're not gonna have me coz I'm not a faggot like you." As soon as the shirt was taken off, Rosdi hung it onto the back of chair, along with Burhan's shirt. Rosdi's body was not as athletic as Burhan's. Still, it was worth dying for. "Yeah, feel free to look," Rosdi said, displaying his bare chest.

Genetically, Rosdi possessed a large set of bones. Those bones shaped him well, giving him strong manly look. Unfortunately, Rosdi seldom trained his body. Once, he was as athletic as Burhan was. Yet, after graduating from the military academy, that 32-year-old man took the liberty in eating whatever he wanted. A thin layer of body fat had blanketed Rosdi's muscular tissues. Nevertheless, Rosdi was still very desirable. As to his face, he was more handsome than Burhan. Rosdi knew that Azwar must be craving for him. That cop proceeded to tease Azwar's eyes. Like a bodybuilder, Rosdi flexed his biceps. The muscles bulged. But when they were touched, one could feel the layer of fat in them. As the biceps contracted, a part of Rosdi's pectorals flexed too. Sensually, he took hold of one of the chest mounds. Squeezing it, he gave a free display of his masculinity. And to his expectation, he saw that Azwar's dick throb incessantly.

"You like my friend's body?" Burhan asked Azwar, noticing the spark of interest in Azwar's eyes. Burhan then followed Azwar's eyes and found that Azwar was staring at Rosdi's fleshy chest mounds. Secretly, Burhan was admiring his friend's physique. He had often seen Rosdi naked in the locker room. Pushing against the briefs, Burhan's dick was stirred. Absentmindedly, he reached a hand down to caress his own bulge. "Ah," he gasped softly, taking in the details of Rosdi's body. But then, he turned to Azwar again. "It's time for your milking." Kneeling down, Burhan brought his face to Azwar's pulsating male member. In close distance like that, he could smell the strong aroma of Azwar's precum. "Yeah, I'm gonna make you cum. I need your cum." With that, Burhan encircled his right fist around that throbbing shaft. Just feeling Azwar's erection was enough to force Burhan's precum to wet his own underwear. "Oh," the cop gasped again.

Meanwhile, Rosdi watched what his friend was doing. And he found it hard to believe that Burhan was willing to suck Azwar's dick. 'Fuck! I can't believe what I see. Burhan is going to suck that faggot's dick!' Rosdi's eyes widened with disbelief. When his eyes met Azwar's, he snapped at him. "What are you looking at, homo? I know what you're thinking. You want to fuck my ass, right? It's not gonna happen, pervert!" Yet, secretly, he was flattered to learn that even men desired his body. 'If he likes my body so much, I'm gonna go closer and tease him,' he thought. 'After all, if we need his cum, we have to make him horny first.' That cop stood by Azwar's chair, close enough for Azwar to get a close-up look at the torso. "You want to see my chest, huh? Enjoy it while it lasts."

Uncontrollably, Azwar was overwhelmed with lust. It hurt him that he could not reach out for those men's bodies. Two of the best Malay male specimens were in front of him. And Azwar simply did not know whom he wanted the most. Without shame, Azwar's dick was throbbing for all to see. "Ah!" he gasped upon feeling Burhan's callused palm against his sensitive dick head. "What are you gonna to me?" he asked weakly. "Oh, your hand feels so good," he gasped, responding to Burhan's hand job. At then, Azwar decided that he should let those cops rape him. Just thinking about that made his dick throb again. "Yeah," he murmured, squirming on the chair. "Touch my dick. Oh yeah! I like it," he whispered, hoping that Burhan would do more than stroking. There was nothing more pleasurable than to feel a manly man's hand wrap around the head of his penis.

"Yeah, you like being stroked by a man, faggot?" Burhan asked, looking up. From his kneeling position, he got a great view of Azwar's hanging chest mounds. Those pointy nipples looked even pointier. Being so attracted to them, Burhan could not help groping them. With only one hand, Burhan explored Azwar's torso. He took in all the horny details with his fingers. Slowly, his fingers were caressing Azwar's soft chest skin. There was no chest hair at all, very smooth. Lustfully, Burhan grabbed one mound and gave it a hard squeeze. Burhan's fingers dug into the fleshy chest, leaving reddish marks. "You like this, don't you? Oh yeah, I know you want more," Burhan whispered, his own body shuddering. 'Fuck! I wish I could just jump at him and make passionate love to him. But Rosdi is watching.' At least, Burhan had unlimited access to Azwar's chest mounds.

"Fuck! My nipple itches," Rosdi complained. Thus, he gently rubbed the brownish nipple head with his thumb. He knew that Azwar was watching. "You want to see my nipple, faggot? You want to take a close-up look at my pointy nipple head, huh?" Deliberately, he rubbed his nipple in a sensuous way. And he made sure that Azwar could see it clearly. "Oh yeah," Rosdi moaned, throwing his head back. It was very easy to attract Azwar's attention because Azwar's eyes leveled with Rosdi's nipples. Standing close, Rosdi wanted Azwar to smell the masculine aroma of his body. "I heard that homos like to smell other men's body. Smell it then." To Rosdi's pleasure, he saw that Azwar helplessly tried to get a good sniff of his body. That aroma was a mixture of Rosdi's sweat and cologne. "Yeah, smell my body, you sick bastard. You want more, huh? Here, have my nipples. Lick them. Oh yeah!" Leaning over, Rosdi purposely brought his nipple to Azwar's waiting mouth. As soon as the nipple was in range, Rosdi groaned. "Oh fuck! You're really licking it."

Burhan was dumbfounded when he saw that. He knew that Rosdi's intention was only to humiliate Azwar. But Rosdi had let Azwar lick his nipple. And that looked so gay for a so-called straight man. 'What is Rosdi doing? I thought he doesn't like any man-to-man contact. But he's practically moaning with pleasure. Azwar must be a good licker.' Grabbing his own cock through the trousers, Burhan gasped. "Yeah, lick Rosdi's nipple. Suck it. Make him moan," Burhan encouraged, tightening his grip around Azwar's shaft. Pumping like a piston, Burhan was fisting Azwar's dick up and down. No lube was needed because that dick periodically leaked out much precum. "Oh yeah, I need you to cum. I want you to cum. Give me your cum, homo."

Azwar's head was reeling with pleasure. When he was presented with a nipple, he quickly accepted it. Leaning over for as far as the cuffs allowed, he finally managed to take Rosdi's nipple into his mouth. The suction began. Like a baby, he was suckling at Rosdi's nipple. Forming a tight ring with his lips, Azwar pretended that he could draw out some man milk from that juicy-looking nipple. While sucking it, Azwar repeatedly pressed his nose against Rosdi's broad chest. At the same time, Azwar took in the coveted manly aroma into his nose. "Oh," he moaned. Responding to Burhan's stroking, Azwar tired to get more of it by lifting his hips. But it took too much energy. He later decided to sit tight and let Burhan did the entire job. "Ah!" he gasped again.

'That's it. I can't take it anymore. I have his dick in my hand. I can do more than just stroking it. I want to suck it,' Burhan thought. A sick idea entered his mind. He wanted his friend to watch it. "Hey, Rosdi," he said. And he did get the attention that he needed. Still moaning from the pleasure, Rosdi turned to him. Burhan then quickly added, "Check this out. I'm gonna suck his cock." And with that, he opened his mouth wide. Showing no hesitation or whatsoever, Burhan dove down. Azwar's dick was lodged inside. It fit perfectly. Heartily, Burhan was sucking away. While sucking, he also tongued Azwar's dick head inside the mouth. Loud slurping noises echoed. Burhan proudly displayed his obscene talent in front of his shocked partner.

"Oh fuck! You really suck him? I thought you're joking!" he exclaimed. Disgust filled his mind. Naturally, he felt the strong urge to puke. Rosdi could not imagine what it tasted like to have another man's dick inside his mouth. But what bothered him was the fact that Burhan sucked so well. It was as if he had done it many times. 'Burhan sucks that dick like a pro. I don't see him gagging or retching. He enjoys sucking cock!' Then the notion that Burhan might be gay hit his head. 'Fuck! I've been working with a faggot!' If Rosdi had found it out during another situation, he would have reported Burhan to the chief police. "Ah!" he moaned again as Azwar increased the intensity of his suction. Although Rosdi's mind had been telling him to break free, Rosdi did not want to. "Oh! Keep sucking my nipple, faggot. You suck so well. Even my wife can't suck as well as you do. Oh yes! Use your tongue. Oh!" Lust had blinded his straight sense. Rosdi realized that he was doing the very thing that he despised so much. But it felt so good and he wanted more. "Oh! Lick my nipple, faggot. Lick it, ah!"

As the rape victim, Azwar did not know what was happening. Suddenly those two cops wanted to use his body sexually. Being a gay man, he quickly accepted the golden opportunity. Hungrily, he kept sucking Rosdi's jutting nipple. Azwar's drool coated the nipple and its surrounding area. Some of the oral fluid seeped out and flowed down Rosdi's torso. Moaning, Azwar squirmed when Burhan's tongue caressed his dick head. That dick throbbed and drooled out more precum. Azwar continued to moan but his voice was somewhat muffled. He longed to wrap his arms around Burhan's head and forced that cop to take his dick deeper. But his hands were still cuffed securely to the chair behind his back. After sucking Rosdi's nipple for a minute or two, Azwar was addicted to it. But to his disappointment, Rosdi suddenly pulled away. "No, give me your nipples. Please, I want to suck them," Azwar begged. But before he could say more, he gasped with pleasure as Burhan sucked his dick harder. "Oh!"

'What's happening to me? I should have been disgusted. My partner is sucking a dick. And I let this faggot suck my nipple. Am I queer, too?" Many unanswered questions whirled around his head. Thinking about them only made Rosdi's head ache. 'I'm not a faggot. I'm a real man!' he scolded himself. But then again, he noticed that Burhan enjoyed the dick so much. And it sparked Rosdi's curiosity. 'I wonder why Burhan likes dick so much. He's sucking with great relish. Does it taste good?' Stepping closer, Rosdi observed his friend. But in order to get a better look, he had to kneel down. With widened eyes, he saw Azwar's fat dick bore into his friend's open mouth. The smell of precum wafted through the air. The only noises that he could hear were Azwar's groan of pleasure and Burhan's slurping. Without his knowing it, he had been mesmerized by that obscene activity. 'Shit! I'm getting hard over this homo action.' Absentmindedly, Rosdi reached down for his own dick.

Noticing that Rosdi had been watching him intently, Burhan stopped sucking. "Wanna try? You look curious. Here, try it." Acting like a good pal, he offered Rosdi the cock. "It tastes good actually. You'll never know if you never try. At first, you may feel weird. Precum is indeed a little bit salty. And its texture reminds you of snot. But you will grow fond of it in a matter of minutes." Burhan acted fast because he knew that Rosdi might change his mind. "Here you go. Hold it." Gently, he took Rosdi's arm and placed it around Azwar's cock. "Can you feel it? It's so hard. It's waiting to be pleased. Try licking the cock head. When you get used to it, you can try sucking it." Burhan gave way to his friend, kneeling by the side of the chair. 'Oh, Rosdi's body is so desirable. This is a great chance to grope it.' Casually, he wrapped his arm around Rosdi's neck. The hand rested on Rosdi's biceps. "Lick the cock, Rosdi. Come on, you can do it. Remember, we need to extract his cum," he whispered, trying hard not to let Azwar hear it.

Sitting there helplessly, Azwar felt as if he had been a guinea pig for gay sex experiment. But he could not wait to have his dick sucked by Rosdi. Looking down, he was hoping that Rosdi would suck his dick. "Suck me, please. I'm so horny. My cock is aching. Suck my dick, please. I want to cum," he begged. Rosdi's hand felt warm, wrapping around the shaft. "Oh!" Azwar gasped, feeling Rosdi's tightening grip. "Rape me, officers. Use me." At that point, Azwar no longer worried about his status as an ex-minister. All he wanted was sex. Yet, one thing worried him. Azwar had always been a top man, fucking several tight male asses. Never had he tried to play the role as a bottom. He was afraid that both cops would fuck his virgin ass. Yet, the thought of the pain brought both fear and excitement.

"Do I have to suck this cock like a faggot?" There, in front of Rosdi, was one of the most beautiful man meats. It was pulsating, waiting to be sucked. The smell of precum was so strong that it makes Rosdi's head spin. Obviously, Rosdi was being gripped by hesitation. But Burhan kept encouraging him. "Oh well, I'm gonna try it," he said finally. Closing his eyes, he stuck out his tongue. With great determination, he swept it across Azwar's wet glans. The tongue managed to scoop up a little amount of precum. Its taste was immediately ingrained into Rosdi's taste buds. "Fuck! It's rather salty and it feels like snot," he complained. But, strangely, he did not want to stop. Again and again, Rosdi forced himself to do more licking. Like a paint brush, the tongue worked its way up and down. The more he licked, the more he gathered precum. Gradually, its taste seeped into Rosdi's tongue. Before he realized it, he had grown accustomed to its taste.

"Oh yeah, lick the cock, Rosdi," Burhan encouraged his partner. "It tastes good, huh? Keep licking the dick. Use your tongue. Oh yeah, you're making me horny, buddy." As he squeezed his hard-on, another drop of precum oozed out. Slowly, he unzipped his trousers. A lump of meat pushed out from the open flies. "Oh!" Burhan gasped, caressing it softly. His underwear had been drenched by overflowing precum. It needed a minute for him to shuck the trousers off. The underwear was taken off, too, leaving him stark naked. Kneeling by Rosdi's side, Burhan was pleased to see the progress that his friend made. "You've done well, Rosdi. Oh yeah, I'm so horny looking at you. I've always wanted to do this with you." Ever so gently, he laid a hand on Rosdi's back. It felt so warm and the skin was smooth. Having much passion for that hunky cop, Burhan could not help groping the back. "Oh, finally I can touch your body the way I've always wanted it. Yeah, I want you, Rosdi."

Rosdi's bare body tingled as it felt a masculine touch. It sure felt weird to have a man grope his body sensually like that. But for unknown reason, Rosdi derived pleasure from it. His dick began to harden. 'No way! I'm getting hard! Oh!' The foreign pleasure was so enjoyable and he did not want to stop. Thus, he let Burhan proceed with the groping. "Ah," Rosdi gasped, squirming uncomfortably. His big dick pushed against the tight briefs that he wore. It needed immediate release. "My cock is so hard," he whimpered, sounding so helpless. His hands were still free, doing nothing. Thus, he used them to unbuckle the belt and release the impatient dick. Rosdi realized that both Burhan and Azwar were eyeing his crotch. But it did not matter anymore. He just wanted to relieve the erection. A hard circumcised dick came into the view when Rosdi pulled down the waistband of his underwear. "Oh!" he gasped. "Fuck! I'm horny," he said, pulling away from Azwar's dick. That cop quickly stood up so that he could slide his trousers and the underwear down. It happened so fast. Soon, Rosdi was as naked as Burhan.

"Your body is so desirable," Azwar gasped, his hard dick pulsating. Lustfully, his eyes were probing Rosdi's naked frame. They stopped at the crotch. "What a beautiful cock," he whimpered, longing to suck it. He was squirming in his seat, looking as if he could break free. "Please, let me suck your dick. I want to suck it." He gave Rosdi a pleading look. That man then turned to Burhan and said, "Please suck my cock again. I almost reach ejaculation. I'm so close to cumming. Suck my dick, please." Azwar's dick throbbed, oozing out another pearly drop of pre-ejaculatory fluid. Being cuffed drove Azwar crazy. He had so much desire for both naked cops, yet he could not even touch their bodies and make love to them. "I'm so horny. Oh! I need to be sucked. And I need to suck a cock. Please," he begged again.

"You want my cock, faggot?" Rosdi asked, stepping forward. "Here you go. Suck my cock. Suck it." With that, he offered Azwar his drooling dick. Rudely, Rosdi grabbed the shaft and spanked the head against Azwar's face. When the cock landed on Azwar's face, precum was splattered all over it. "Yeah, you fucking faggot. Here's my dick. Enjoy it." Then he withdrew, only to shove it into Azwar's waiting mouth. "Take it, faggot. Suck my dick." To his pleasure, he soon felt Azwar's tongue dancing around his sensitive dick head. "Oh! Faggots love my dick. Yeah!" Responding to the suction, Rosdi's body flexed. The abdominal area contracted. Rosdi had to hold onto Azwar's shoulders for support. "Fuck! Keep sucking my dick. Ah!" Rosdi's dick was throbbing happily inside the mouth, producing immeasurable amount of precum. He was indeed a heavy leaker.

The ex-minister was slurping the cock like crazy. Feverishly, he was tonguing and sucking with much delight. His drool was leaking out, running down Rosdi's shaft. Loud slurping noises resounded. Greedily, Azwar kept sucking. He knew that he could bring the cop off. No men, gay or straight, could resist his masterful sucking technique. As he was sucking Rosdi's glans, he was rewarded with unlimited supply of precum. That slippery fluid was sucked into his mouth and flowed down the throat. Azwar was amazed at the amount of precum that dick produced. It seemed endless. AT the same time, Azwar's dick needed immediate attention. It had been throbbing achingly. The reddish head glistened, looking as if it was about to burst. "Oh!" came a muffled groan from Azwar's stuffed mouth. Helplessly, he was trying to brought his crotch closer to Burhan's mouth. But with both of his hands cuffed, he could go nowhere.

A homosexual scene was unraveled before Burhan's eyes. He loved to see his hunky partner offer his dick to Azwar. The fact that Burhan liked both of them drove him wild. "Yeah, suck that dick, Azwar. My friend likes his dick being sucked by a faggot like you. Yeah, keep sucking that dick," he encouraged Azwar. Still kneeling, Burhan ran his hands over Azwar's naked thighs. They were warm to the touch. Several droplets of sweat were wiped off with one single wipe. "Yeah, I know that you're very horny. You want me to suck your dick, huh? I will. But you have to give me your cum. Don't forget to let me know when you're cumming." Azwar's dick towered before Burhan's eyes. And it looked very inviting. The reddish mushroom head did not stop pulsating. A streamlet of precum was seen flowing down quietly, coming out from the narrow slit. "Oh yeah, I love precum," Burhan murmured. After saying that, he gulped down Azwar's dick. Burhan's cheeks bulged as the thick cock stretched his mouth. As soon as the dick was in place, Burhan began sucking it.

Immediately, Azwar's body reacted. The pleasure that it received was simply too much to handle. He had been interrogated for nearly an hour. Within each minute, he became hornier and hornier. Azwar's dick had been leaking precum so much that it created pools of precum on the floor. Making Azwar cum would not need much time. Azwar was about to shoot his gooey white cum in a matter of seconds. "Oh! Ah!" The muffled groans continued. At times, Azwar's body would jerk, especially when Burhan exerted his strength too much. But pleasure was all over Azwar's handsome face. His thin mustache was grinding against Rosdi's curly pubic hair whenever he took in the whole length of Rosdi's cock. There was no exact word that could describe the ecstasy that Azwar was feeling. He was very turned on by those men in uniform. 'Yeah! I love those cops. Oh! I can't believe that I'm having sex with both of them. Ah yes!' Azwar writhed again, his body shuddering. 'Fuck! That cop can suck. I bet that he's as gay as I am. Oh! If he keeps doing it, I can cum soon. Oh!' Again, Azwar groaned. Azwar's muffled groans vibrated through Rosdi's dick.

"Fuck!" Rosdi groaned. "This homo sucks very well. Oh!" Never had he thought that a man could perform fellatio so much better than a woman could. "Ah shit! My cock is throbbing. It keeps leaking precum. Ah fuck!" Each time Azwar sucked, Rosdi's body would stiffen. "Fuck! No one has ever sucked me as expertly like this. Oh! Keep sucking my cock, faggot! Suck it hard! Ah!" Rosdi's hands were gripping Azwar's head tightly. He needed it to support his shuddering body. It had been weeks since his last sex with his wife, thus Rosdi's lust needed immediate release. "Shit! I'm so fucking horny. Suck me off. Make me cum, faggot! Oh!" Without caring for Azwar, Rosdi gripped Azwar's head and began fucking the mouth. "I'm gonna fuck your mouth. You fuck! Ah!" The fat dick head forced its way in up to the glottal stop. "Yes! Oh!" But Rosdi still pushed in.

Gagging, Azwar forced himself to stay calm. If he panicked, he would lose his breath and would be choked to death. But it was so hard to stay calm. Again, he gagged. Uncontrollably, he coughed for several times. Drool leaped out from his mouth, clinging onto Rosdi's curly pubic hair. To make thing worse, Azwar's snot was also coughed out. Simultaneously, Azwar's eyes went into tears. It was an automatic reaction from the gagging. 'Oh fuck! I can't breathe!' Azwar thought. Instinctively, he tried to break free. But he could not because Rosdi had been holding his head. That horny policeman kept forcing his dick to slide in and out of Azwar's mouth. There was nothing that Azwar could do except hoping that Rosdi would soon cum.

Burhan realized what Azwar had to go through. But he let Rosdi do it his way. Loud slurping continued to echo as Burhan heartily sucked Azwar's dick. Precum was generously poured into Burhan's hungry mouth. He liked its texture and taste. Expertly, Burhan utilized his tongue to flick Azwar's cock ridge. It seemed to work because Azwar's muffled groan increased in intensity. 'Yeah, I know you'll like it. Come on. Cum for me. You have to cum,' Burhan thought. One of his hands reached up, groping Azwar's body. When he found Azwar's nipple, he immediately rubbed the jutting nipple head. As the result, Azwar's body was bucking. But Burhan was merciless. He resumed the oral assault. 'Yeah! Spurt out your cum!'

"Shit!" Rosdi groaned. As he looked down, he witnessed Burhan's vigorous suction. Earlier, he would be greatly disgusted. But now, he really enjoyed it. In fact, it turned him on. "Yeah, suck the faggot's dick, Burhan. Yes, suck him. Make the faggot spurt out his sperms. He has to cum. Oh!" Rosdi's body began to tremble again. The muscles underneath Rosdi's layer of body fat contracted. "Fuck! Suck my dick, faggot! Oh! I love homos!" The words just slipped out spontaneously. Even Rosdi himself could not figure out why he said that. "Yes! Suck me! Oh! I want to cum. Yeah!" At that point, Azwar had become accustomed to the whole mouth-fucking scene. The gagging had lessened. Rosdi groaned again, his eyes closing. Inside Azwar's sucking mouth, Rosdi's cock did not stop giving away its fluid.

"Oh!" Azwar produced a muffled groan. He was about to cum. But with Rosdi's cock inside his mouth, he could barely speak. "I'm cumming," he whimpered. Unfortunately, neither Burhan nor Rosdi could understand it. With his both hands cuffed behind his back, there was no way for Azwar to warn them. Meanwhile, he was only seconds away from orgasm. "Ah!" Even Burhan failed to anticipate the ejaculation. Out of the blue, thick creamy cum spurted out. Azwar could not hold it. He opened his mouth wide to vocalize his orgasm. At that very moment, Azwar's whole body convulsed. The violent orgasmic throes made him lose control over his own body.

"Shit!" Burhan yelled, shocked to know how soon Azwar reached ejaculation. The first shot of cum was shot into Burhan's mouth. Upon tasting the bitter cum, Burhan quickly pulled away. Yet, when the dick left his mouth, the cum was then sprayed onto Burhan's face. "Fuck! I told you to warn me first!" Burhan exclaimed, annoyed. It was not because Burhan did not like cum. On the contrary, he loved tasting men's cum. But he had been given order to collect Azwar's cum. And he just screwed it up. "Fuck! I missed it." While he complained, the cum continued to spurt. Not wanting to waste the cum, Burhan immediately placed his mouth back around the dick head to accommodate the rest of the cum. Hungrily, he sucked it to force more cum to squirt out. The thick creamy loads found their way down Burhan's throat. Burhan's eager tongue was lapping the squirting dick head, cleaning up cum traces. One of the hands encircled Azwar's dick shaft, jacking it off.

"Fuck! Oh!" Azwar groaned, his body bucking against the restraint. When his mouth opened, Rosdi's dick was pulled out. But apparently, Rosdi still wanted Azwar to keep sucking his dick. Azwar had no choice because his head was being held. Through Azwar's open mouth, Rosdi's dick head was jabbed in. Once it was lodged inside, the dick began to pump. "Ah! Oh!" Azwar groaned, still being wracked by orgasm. The gagging occurred again every time that dick head hit Azwar's glottal stop. Azwar could not control the shuddering of his body, but the cuffs kept him in place. A series of muffled groans resounded, echoing through that interrogation room. Cold sweat flowed down Azwar's naked body, drenching it completely. When he was bucking for his dear life, the muscles in his body contracted. "Oh!" he moaned again, receiving precum inside his mouth. Burhan's expert suction had also intensified Azwar's orgasm. The orgasm only happened for several seconds but it felt like forever. Finally, the orgasm subsided until it completely stopped. As soon as it did, Azwar's body relaxed.

"You didn't get his cum?" Rosdi asked, craning his head over. All he saw was cummy mess all over the floor. "Oh!" Rosdi groaned again, his dick pulsating. Rigorously, he was still fucking Azwar's mouth. Although Azwar's tongue was not active, Rosdi still felt the pleasure. "Fuck yeah! I'm gonna cum, you homo bitch. Oh! Your mouth is a tight cunt, and I love fucking it. Oh yes!" Rosdi's broad chest was heaving for deep breath. It expanded as air filled the lungs. Both of Rosdi's nipples seemed to grow pointier. "Fuck! I've never felt this kind of horniness. Ah yeah! Fuck you, faggot. I'm gonna cum for you. Ah!" The rigorous fucking had worn Rosdi out. His body began to ache but it did not stop him from reaching orgasm. "Yes! I'm screwing your mouth. Fuck! Ah!" Additional dirty words were thrown out from Rosdi's mouth.

After tasting Azwar's cum, Burhan was eager to taste Rosdi's. It was mainly because Rosdi had been one of the men of his dream. Burhan would not want to miss his chance to drink Rosdi's man milk. "Yeah, you want to cum, Rosdi? Shoot your cum out. Oh yeah! Shoot it." With that, Burhan scooted over and positioned himself right under Rosdi's crotch. Like a hungry wolf, Burhan licked Rosdi's hanging balls. His saliva had wetted several pubic hairs that grew around the balls. To his delight, Rosdi did not show any objection. As a gay man, Burhan knew exactly the spots to turn Rosdi on. That man was about to cum. "Shoot it, Rosdi. Shoot your cum," Burhan gasped, amid his licking. The sight of Rosdi's body from below was so irresistible. Burhan extended one hand to grope Rosdi's ass. It felt so enjoyable. "Oh, Rosdi. I love your body," he gasped. "Cum for me. I want to see a manly handsome like you cum. Yeah, come on, big stud. Spurt your cum out."

"Fuck!" Rosdi growled, arching his back. By doing so, he jabbed his dick further in. The flaring reddish head pushed against Azwar's glottal stop. "I'm gonna cum! Oh! I have to cum!" More groans came from his quivering mouth. It was going to be the first time ever that he spilled out his seeds owing to being sucked by another man. "Fucking yes! Oh! It feels so damn good! Ah! Your mouth! Fuck! I love faggot's mouth on my dick. Yeah!" While the other hand still gripped Azwar's head, Rosdi reached down for his partner's damp head. "Oh, Burhan! Yeah, keep licking my balls. Oh! Make me cum. Oh yeah! I'm so close to cumming. I'm being serviced by two male whores. Ah!" Seconds later, with a deafening growl, Rosdi finally reached orgasm. "Fuck!" he cursed. Uncontrollably, he shot out his syrupy cum. "I'm cumming!" he screamed, his head being thrown back. At the same time, Rosdi's entire body shook. In a glance, he looked as if he was being electrocuted. Every limb on his body shuddered beyond control. The muscles, although buried under thin layer of body fat, contracted. And Rosdi's face showed pure ecstasy. "Yes! Oh! I'm cumming, faggots!"

Azwar, still tired from his orgasm, was still eager to get drops of Rosdi's viscid cum. Thirstily, he gulped down all the cum that he could collect. His tongue was sweeping the dick head. But, to Azwar's disappointment, Rosdi abruptly withdrew his fuck tool. That ejaculating cop stroked his own dick and aimed it at Burhan's and Azwar's face. The cum was then sprayed onto both of them, accompanied by Rosdi's yelp. Hungrily, Burhan and Azwar fought for the cum. Each of them wanted to get the cum for himself. White drops of cum decorated their face, leaving acrid smell. Yet, the cum seemed to keep spurting. It had been accumulated in Rosdi's balls for weeks. While most of the fluid landed on Burhan's and Azwar's face, some hit the floor. The orgasm happened for several seconds until Rosdi stopped moaning.

"Ah yeah! Faggots are the best," he sighed, his body shuddering. The cock had stopped cumming, but wavelets of orgasmic still shook his body. "Oh! Yes! Oh!" Still stroking his dick, Rosdi wrung out the last drop of his cum before he called it a day. "That was great, guys. I never knew that homo sex could bring so much pleasure. No wonder most men like being faggots." Feeling worn out, Rosdi slumped onto Azwar's shoulder. At then, he realized that they had not completed their mission. Looking at Burhan, he softly mouthed, "You haven't got his cum?" But his question was responded with a lewd grin. Rosdi did not have to ask for details, for he knew that Burhan had plan B.

Standing up, Burhan stretched his body for several seconds. Kneeling on the floor for some time had made his body cramp. Burhan's beautifully sculpted body flexed. Undeniably, he wanted to display his naked body in front of those two men. After having done enough stretching, he walked over to the chair where his shirt rested. Burhan fished something out from the pocket. A condom! That was Burhan's plan B. With a condom, he could make Azwar fucked with it. When Azwar cummed, his cum would be collected inside the condom. Mission was accomplished. Smiling lasciviously, he walked up to Azwar. "I know that you're a top. You like fucking other men. Well, this is your lucky day because I'm versatile. And I'm willing to surrender my ass. So, what do you say if I ask you to screw my ass, huh? Are you manly enough to take up my generous offer?" Burhan stopped right in front of Azwar, bringing his face close to Azwar's.

"Oh," Azwar gasped, having slight difficulty in breathing. A hunky muscular naked cop was standing right in front of him. Being a gay man, Azwar could not reject the temptation. His blood rushed with increased speed. It was coursing through his veins. His heart was beating faster. Azwar knew that he wanted to have Burhan's ass. Thus, even though he had just cummed, he regained erection. Slowly, the cock hardened. Its reddish head glistened, having been coated with cum and Burhan's drool. Intently, Azwar looked into Burhan's eyes and said, "Yes, I want to fuck your ass. Let me have it." Burhan's face was only inches away. Longing to lay a kiss on the cop's face, Azwar forced himself to lean over as far as the cuffs allowed. To his expectation, the cop forced a kiss onto his lips. More than gladly, the ex-minister reciprocated it. Then, something unpredictable occurred. Suddenly, Azwar's cuffs were unlocked. That man was free to move his hands.

For a quick second, Rosdi was worried with what Burhan did. They were not supposed to release Azwar's cuffs. But seeing how harmless Azwar was, Rosdi could relax his mind. 'That damned homo minister is indeed a sex-crazed man. He can't get his hands off Burhan's body. As soon as Burhan released him, he practically flung himself into Burhan's arms.' To Rosdi, it felt weird to see two men groping and kissing each other. But after experiencing how pleasurable it was to get sucked by a man, Rosdi was curious with what those men were doing. 'Burhan doesn't seem to mind being kissed by Azwar. He even returns the kiss. Burhan's hands are touching Azwar's chest. Burhan is so damned queer.' As a straight man, Rosdi could not figure out why a macho man like Burhan preferred another man's chest as the object of his sexual desire. Seeing that gay scene, Rosdi could not help remembering that he, himself, had just sucked another man's dick. Just by thinking about that his body tingled all over.

After having his hands freed, Azwar immediately used that chance to grope Burhan's body. He was aching to run his hands over Burhan's chiseled body. "Oh, I love your muscular body. It's so athletic. I can't help myself touching your perfect body. Ah, I'm so horny," Azwar gasped. Without any shame, he expressed his homosexuality by planting a deep kiss on Burhan's lips. Holding Burhan's head, he forced a deep wet kiss. "Yeah," Azwar groaned, feeling that Burhan's hands gripping around him. Azwar's tongue dug deeper, entering Burhan's mouth. When it found Burhan's tongue, they wrestled. Saliva was mixed as their passion merged into one. "I want you. I want to fuck your muscular ass," Azwar groaned, not being able to take his eyes off Burhan's face.

"Be my guest," Burhan responded. After the kiss broke, that naked cop tore the plastic wrapping of the condom. "Safe sex is always the best," he reasoned, disguising his real intention. That time, Azwar's cum was bound to be collected without losing any drop. Bending over, Burhan placed the unrolled condom on top of Azwar's throbbing dick head. With much determination, the cop quickly rolled the condom down the shaft. Soon, Azwar's dick was trapped inside the condom. "Now, you're ready to fuck my ass." Leaning his body over, Burhan teased Azwar with a kiss. When the ex-minister took the bait, Burhan stood up. "Come and screw my ass." That horny police officer immediately positioned himself. Bending over the table, Burhan wiggled his bare ass. "Fuck my ass. Screw me hard. Come on. Show me how manly you are, Mister Minister of Defense. Launch your big missile and bombard my tight fuck hole."

"Oh yeah, I do want to fuck you." As Azwar walked, his erect dick was bobbing up and down. But the condom stayed securely around Azwar's dick. In just seconds, it managed to collect a handful of precum. The fluid gathered at the tip of the condom. Seeing how ready Burhan was, Azwar quickly positioned himself behind Burhan's body. Lustfully, he was kissing Burhan's neck. While kissing, his hands were running down the sides of Burhan's naked body. "You have no idea how much I want you. I bet that your ass is a tight one." To Azwar's pleasure, he had unrestricted access to Burhan's twitching ass hole. Azwar's manhood was pressed against that hole. "Ah! Open up for me." No foreplay was needed because Azwar had been quite horny. Indeed, he had strong stamina for man-to-man sex. "I can feel how tight your ass is. It doesn't want to open for my dick. But I'm gonna jab my cock head in. I will fuck your ass until you beg for mercy." With that, he began to push in.

"Shit! You really let that faggot fuck your ass, Burhan?" Rosdi exclaimed, almost shrieking. His heterosexual brain translated the whole fucking scene as a horrific event. "Fuck! You're hurting my partner, faggot!" Rosdi protested when Burhan suddenly cried out in pain. Despite the fact that Burhan was a homosexual man, Rosdi still cared for him. And it hurt him to see his friend being hurt like that. "Your dick is hurting Burhan's ass. Stop it, faggot! It's too big. It won't go in, pervert!" he yelled at Azwar. But just as he was about to yank Azwar away, Burhan yelled at him.

"No, Rosdi! Don't! I'm fine," Burhan said. The anal penetration stopped, just when Azwar's dick head was about to lodge itself in. Rosdi's tight ass hole was stretched open, jammed by that fat glans. It somewhat hurt because Burhan had not been fucked for some months. Yet, he loved the pain. Turning his head around, he convinced Rosdi that Azwar did not hurt him intentionally. "It's ok, Rosdi. I love the pain when a big dick breaks my ass open. The pain excites me and makes my cock harder. I do want him to fuck me like that. Don't stop him. Let him fuck my ass." Turning to Azwar, Burhan said, Go on. Fuck me again. Shove your hard dick in. Fuck me!"

Rosdi could not do anything. He could only stand there, watching the unnatural sex unfold before him. Inevitably, Rosdi's body tingled when Burhan's shriek filled Rosdi's ears. Curiously, Rosdi noticed the smile on his partner's face. 'This is sick. Burhan is obviously in pain when that big dick fucks its way in. But Burhan seems excited and eager.' Bending his body over, he tried to get a better look at Burhan's dangling dick. 'Fuck! Burhan's dick stays erect. It's throbbing. And precum is dripping from the slit. Burhan really enjoys the fuck!' Without realizing it, Rosdi began to get another hard-on. Absentmindedly, he reached down for his own dick and stroked it. His eyes followed every moment that Burhan and Azwar made.

"Fuck! Your dick is really big. Oh!" Burhan yelped, his body flexing. The muscles inside his body looked like as if they were about to tear his skin apart. "Ah! Shit! Hurt my ass! Oh yeah! Hurt me!" His fingers were clawing at the table. Some dirt was gathered under his blunt nails. "Oh!" he cried out. Heaving, Burhan's chest expanded. Drops of sweat were hanging down from that broad torso. Some even hung onto the nipples. "Fuck yeah! I want your dick in me. Push it in," Burhan growled. Both of his sturdy legs contracted, too. The muscles there bulged, displaying their strength. He had to hold onto the table so that he would not fall off. Another groan pierced the silence in the room. Burhan was obviously in pain but he loved every second of it. Azwar's dick head slipped in, forcing Burhan's ass hole to open. Just when Burhan almost gave up, suddenly he felt that the dick had been lodged inside. His irritated ass lips quickly closed up, gripping Azwar's dick. "Your dick is in! Yes!" Burhan announced, sounding very ecstatic about it.

"Yes, I can feel that. My cock is inside of you now, my hunky queer policeman," Azwar gasped. Sighing, he laid his body on top of Burhan's back. As their skin touched, warmth began to spread. Azwar had fucked a number of men secretly. But he had never fucked a cop. Thus, he was thrilled when he managed to jab his big dick into Burhan's ass. "Fuck yeah! I'm fucking a cop. Oh yeah! I love your tight ass, officer." Without being asked, he started to hump that ass. "Shit! Oh! What an ass!" It took him a little more effort to slide all the way in. But afterwards, the penetration went more easily. Burhan's ass became more accommodating after the lips grew puffy. "Oh! I love fucking your ass," Azwar slurred, throwing his head back. That man stared at the ceiling for a moment as he drove his hips forward and backward. Whenever his thighs met Burhan's, they produced loud clapping noises.

Rosdi was still standing there, gawking at the copulation between a man and another man. It was the first time ever that he saw it with his own eyes. "Fuck!" he gasped, not believing how durable Burhan's ass was. Curiosity held Rosdi's mind, encouraging him to step closer. Rosdi's hard dick was swaying. A string of precum was hanging from its tip. But it then snapped off. "Oh," Rosdi gasped, stroking his manhood. He simply could not understand why he was turned on by watching two men fucking. But sex was still sex, even though it was done by two men. And it was equally horny. "Fuck!" he cursed again, finding it hard to believe that Azwar's big dick could disappear into Burhan's tight ass. Rosdi even had to kneel down to get a better look at the anal penetration. "Shit! You really take it up your ass," he said to Burhan.

"It feels so damn good!" Burhan groaned, swaying his head. Sweat ran down his face, drenching his cropped hair. Sweat had also drenched his eyelashes, which blurred his vision. "Oh! Give it to me. Fuck my ass!" Lustfully, Burhan pushed his ass back. The plump ass buns met Azwar's hips. Another loud slap echoed. Droplets of sweat that were hanging on Burhan's body were shaken off. A wince of pain was on his face as he tightened the ass ring. "Oh! Your dick is hurting my ass. But I love it! Yes! Hurt my ass!" Within the bowels, the muscles around his rectum were working hard to expel the invader. The rectum contraction caused false alarm. Burhan felt as if he was about to take a dump. For most people, it was uncomfortable. But for Burhan, it was an arousing experience. "Oh! I love your dick! Yes! Keep screwing my ass! Fill my fucking ass, ah!"

Steadily, Azwar was fucking the cop's ass. The drooling precum was trapped inside the condom. Yet, the lube that coated the condom had eased the penetration by lubing up the fuck canal. Azwar's dick head throbbed inside it. "Yes! I'm fucking a cop's ass! Oh yeah!" he groaned, his hands rubbing Burhan's muscular back. Appreciatively, they explored the chiseled regions. "Your body is so muscular. Oh! I love men with muscles." The hands then traveled forward, reaching for Burhan's bare torso. As the hands moved, they wiped off the sweat beads. "Yeah! I love athletic chest. Fuck yeah!" Upon feeling Burhan's bulging chest mounds, Azwar sighed with great pleasure. It was very satisfactory. His fingers then looked for Burhan's nipples. "You have tight pointy nipple heads, officer. Oh! I love them!" Azwar whimpered. Driven by his gay lust, Azwar immediately fingered them. "Oh! Just by rubbing them, I have already been turned on. Oh yes! I love men's nipples!"

"Yes! Pinch my nipples. Rub them! Ah yeah!" Burhan responded, encouraging him. With each thrust of Azwar's dick, Burhan's body would be involuntarily pushed forward. Thus, that cop had to grab the sides of the table to steady himself. "Oh!" he whimpered, his face contorting. At then, he noticed Rosdi's hard dick. "You're hard, Rosdi. Ah! Wanna fuck?" Burhan winked, giving him cue to fuck Azwar's ass. "Come on, Rosdi. Yeah! I know that you want to try it. You will ask for more. Oh!" Turning his head around, he tried to get a look at Azwar's face. "Oh yeah! Give me your big dick. Oh! That's it, baby. Fuck me. Oh yes! Screw my ass!" Again, he glanced at Rosdi. Mouthing silently, he whispered, 'Fuck his ass.'

Rosdi got the message. But he was still hesitant about that. The thought of his dick being pushed into a shit chute was not exactly erotic. Yet, at the same time, he was very curious about anal sex between men. Rosdi stepped closer and this time he observed Azwar's reaction. All he could find was indescribable rapture. 'Azwar really enjoys Burhan's ass. Is it really that good?' As he squatted down, he got a close-up look at the penetration. Azwar's thick dick was jabbing Burhan's ass. The tight ass was forced to stretch open. Just by looking at it, Rosdi had the idea about how tight it was. 'If the dick is being gripped by tight hole like that, I bet that it feels wonderful. Fuck! I'm tempted to try it.' Touching himself, he realized how horny he was. Immediate cum release was required. 'There's no condom!'

Again, Burhan mouthed, 'Fuck his ass! Quick!' It was very important not to let Azwar hear it. Azwar was a top man. The chance of his wanting to get fucked was very slim. Burhan did not want to alert him. "You fuck so well! Oh! Screw me, Mister Minister. Oh, I love your big dick! Ah!" To his expectation, he noticed that Rosdi had positioned himself behind Azwar. It was a part of Burhan's master plan. By having Rosdi fuck Azwar, it would stimulate Azwar's cum production. At the same time, Rosdi would get addicted to gay sex. "Fuck my ass, Azwar. Oh! Fuck me! Fill me up. Come on. Do it. Ah!"

"I'm fucking your ass, hot cop," Azwar groaned. He was not aware about what he was about to receive. His hands were still wrapped around Burhan's torso. Apparently, he was a big fan of man's chest. Just by rubbing the chiseled torso increased the erection. "Ah!" Azwar could feel that the tip of his dick was knocking at the ceiling of Burhan's rectum. The dick throbbed, sending streamlets of precum into the condom. The tip of the condom began to swell, filled with precum. "Oh! I've never fucked a cop before. It feels great. Yeah!" Sweat flowed down from the sides of his head. Rigorously, Azwar slapped his hips against Burhan's ass. Each time he did that, he tried to sink his dick as far as it could reach. "Oh!" he groaned. No matter how hard the thrust was, his dick stayed inside the condom. After several minutes of fucking, he began to feel that his dick head was swimming in its own precum.

Meanwhile, Rosdi decided that he should try the queer fucking. Subtly, he positioned behind Azwar. Excitedly, Rosdi's dick throbbed. It needed no lube for precum had coated the tip well. He was not stupid, for he knew that Azwar would not let him to fuck his ass. Thus, after aligning his dick with Azwar's exposed asshole, Rosdi quickly grasped Azwar's body from behind. Azwar certainly was caught off guard. But that ex-minister could not do anything to protect his virgin ass. Like a mad horse, he tried to buck. But it was useless for it failed to overthrow Rosdi.

"No! Don't fuck my ass! I'm a top man. I don't get fucked. Please!" he protested. Somehow, he knew that it was useless. "Ah!" An ear-piercing scream resounded, piercing everyone's ears. It was plain to see that Azwar had never been fucked. As the stabbing pain hit his anal lips, that man stopped fucking. His legs were shaking badly, almost not being able to support his own body weight. He even had to slump against Burhan's back. "Oh! No!" Azwar wailed. For the first time in his life, he knew what it was like to get fucked. When the first wave of pain shook his body, Azwar simply could not understand how those bottom men derived pleasure from it. "It hurts! Fuck you!" he cursed Rosdi. Tears ran down Azwar's face. They just flowed down uncontrollably. Sobbing, Azwar squirmed to get a better position. But Rosdi's dick was relentless. Its head kept boring down, forcing Azwar's asshole to open wider. "Ah!" That man continued to scream painfully.

"Oh yes! Fuck you, homo!" Rosdi returned the curse. "Don't say that you don't like to get fucked, homo. You guys do it all the time. I'm just doing what you like to do. So shut up and take my cock like a man." Wiggling his hips, Rosdi slipped his dick in. Its head indeed had managed to pry open the ass. But it was not wide enough. "Oh! Fuck! Yeah! Open up for me. Let my cock in, queer. Ah!" Gently, he withdrew. But he immediately reinserted his dick, with increased intensity. "Yeah! Oh!" Rosdi groaned. "Fuck! Take my cock! I want to fuck your queer ass, faggot!" As the cock was jabbed in, it finally managed to slip through the anal ring. Before he knew it, he had planted his dick head inside Azwar's twitching asshole. Upon feeling that something was snapped back around the dick head, Rosdi exclaimed, "Yes! I have slid my dick in! Oh, you're gonna get so fucked up, queer."

"Oh!" Sobbing, Azwar could barely talk. His whole body was shuddering with indescribable pain. Somehow, the pain in his ass spread to other limbs. The pain was terrible. He felt as if his body was being torn into two. "Your cock hurts my ass, ah! It must be bleeding now," he sobbed, not wanting to imagine what his ass looked like after the penetration. "Ah!" The groans grew louder, especially when Rosdi's cock was being buried up to the hilt. Azwar felt so full. Uncomfortable sensation began to dawn on him as the bowels were working to expel the unwanted intruder. "Fuck! I don't want to get fucked. It hurts like hell! Ah!" Weakly, Azwar held onto Burhan's body. His arms were still wrapped around Burhan's chest.

"Don't cry like a sissy," Burhan added, wanting his plan to work out well. "Take it like a man. At first, it hurts. But you'll love it later. Now, resume your fucking." Since Azwar had not made his move yet, Burhan took the initiative. "Fuck my ass. Don't make me wait," he insisted, pushing his ass back. When the ass moved backward, it swallowed Azwar's dick. "Oh!" Burhan groaned, enjoying the sensation. "Give me your dick. Oh yeah! Fuck my ass!" The ass had pushed Azwar's body backward, securing Azwar's ass to Rosdi's cock shaft.

Wailing, Azwar cried again. His head suddenly reeled. Pain was stabbing through his spine and jolted his brain. But at the same time, something happened inside his rectum. "Oh!" he groaned, not knowing whether he should cry in pain or with pleasure. Before Azwar could gather himself, Rosdi had already shoved his dick in again. "Ah!" Azwar yelped again. Pain and pleasure were mixed into one. Despite the anal pain that was torturing his buttocks, Azwar had to admit that he liked what the cock was doing to his ass. 'Fuck! I finally know why those men like to be fucked. It is indeed great. Oh! The cop's cock is digging through my ass. It must have hit my prostate. Oh!' Azwar's body then shuddered uncontrollably as his happy spot was being stimulated again. Gradually, the pain turned into pleasure. Sandwiched between those two horny cops, Azwar did not have to exert his power. He only needed to stay in his position while his ass and cock were being worked. "Ah! Yeah! Oh!"

"Yeah, this faggot likes my cock after all. I knew it. All faggots love to get fucked no matter what their status is. And I like fucking! Oh!" Rosdi soon found his rhythm. Steadily, he was driving his dick in and out. Precum that came out from his slit served as excellent lube. As the dick made its way in, it also pumped a small amount of slippery fluid. Whenever the fluid was discharged, Rosdi could feel it. And when it happened, he would gasp. "Yes! I love fucking a faggot's ass. I can't believe how pleasurable it is. Oh! Ass is so much tighter than cunt. Oh! Fuck! I envy faggots. Yes! Oh!" It was getting difficult to breathe. Rosdi's torso expanded, taking in deep breath.

"Yeah! Fuck! I love getting fucked," Burhan growled, still doing all the action. He did not mind to be the one who worked as long as his plan worked. "Give me your big fat dick, Mister Minister. Oh! I want your dick. And I want your cum! Oh! Fuck my ass!" Lustfully, he shoved his ass back and forth. The table that he held onto was creaking. "Screw me harder. Fuck me!" Burhan's ass lips had grown twice of their original size. And they were still strong enough to hold Azwar's dick in place. When Burhan flexed his sphincter, the ass would automatically suck the cock in. "Yeah! I love your dick! Oh! Yes! Fuck me! My ass is yours!"

At the same time, Azwar, too, moaned out his pleasure. The earlier protests were gone without a trace. Azwar started to enjoy his new role as a bottom. "Fuck my ass, you big hunky cop. Oh! Fuck my queer ass. Yeah! Straight men love faggots' ass, right? Fuck mine then. Ah!" The pain that stung his ass slowly faded away, being replaced by ecstasy. While his prostate was being pounded, his cock was fucking Burhan's ass. He got double delight simultaneously. "Oh! I really love it! Yeah! Fuck my ass, officer. Rape me! Oh!" Dirty words continued to flow out from his mouth. "Oh! My ass needs your cock, officer. Yeah! A cop's cock is the best. Ah yeah!" Closing his eyes, he imagined as if he could see the copulation from the third person's view. And it was very erotic to see himself being fucked. "Fuck! I'm so horny! Ah! I can cum soon. Fuck!" Although he did not really do any active fucking, he clutched Burhan's chest. Kneading the mounds, he was satisfying his gay lust. "Oh! This is the best fuck ever! Yes! Keep fucking my ass! Ah!"

Hearing that Azwar was about to cum, Rosdi became more violent. Gripping the hips, that cop sent his dick into Azwar's rectum. "Fuck you! Cum for us, faggot! Cum now! We need your cum! Oh!" With increased intensity, he did realize that it was about to hurt Azwar's ass. But he did not really care about that. "Oh! I love your tight queer ass. Yes! It's the best fuck for me, too! Oh! I'm gonna spurt my cum deep inside your dirty bowels. Oh! I'm gonna impregnate you! Fuck you, homo! Ah!" Inside his balls, cum was churning. It was only a matter of time before he spilled the cum out. But he wanted to make sure that Azwar cummed first. One hand still gripped Azwar's hip. But the other hand moved forward, trying to find Azwar's dangling chest mounds. Those mounds were indeed so full that they looked as if they dangled down from the torso. It was not easy to locate Azwar's nipples. Taking turns, the hand moved from one nipple to the other. Simple rubbing on them drove Azwar crazy. "Yeah! I know that you love to be touched by another man. I'm groping your nipples now, faggot. Oh yeah! You're so turned in. Cum for us now, homo. You have to cum! Oh!"

"Yeah, we need you to cum," Burhan squealed. That cop eagerly fucked himself. The more rigorous he did it, the closer he brought himself to orgasm. "Ah! Your dick keeps hitting my prostate. Oh! I think I'm close, too." Unfortunately, Burhan could not play with himself because both of his hands were used to hold the table. Burhan's dick was swaying, untouched. But precum did not stop dripping. Occasionally, it would stretch down from the slit. "Ah! I'm so horny! Stroke my dick," he asked Azwar, his voice wavering. And to his delight, Azwar quickly moved one of his hands down and grabbed Burhan's throbbing dick. Azwar's other hand stayed on Burhan's pectorals. "Yeah, stroke my dick," Burhan gasped, closing his eyes. It felt so good to have another man touch his dick.

Azwar was gasping for breath. There were no words that could describe the rapture that he experienced. From both sides, he received pleasure. "Oh!" he moaned when Rosdi's dick drilled in too hard. It hit something other than the prostate. "Fuck!" Azwar groaned. Although it was uncomfortable, he loved it. Using his dirty imagination, he could see how messy his rectum was. Precum coated the rectum walls while a big dick kept ramming in. "Oh fuck! I'm so fucking close to cumming!" he yelled. But orgasm was not something that he could control. He was not the one who took charge over the fucking. Burhan was. "Oh! I'm gonna cum! It's so close!" he exclaimed again. What he said was true because his body began to show signs of impending orgasm. "Shit! Oh!"

"Shoot it, faggot! Shoot your cum out!" Rosdi encouraged, increasing his fucking rhythm. Each cock thrust was delivered with increased strength and intensity. He also twisted one of Azwar's jutting nipples. "Yeah! Cum for us! Fill the condom with you sperms. Oh! Fuck!" At the same time, Rosdi was being overwhelmed by pre-orgasmic tingle. "Shit! I'm gonna cum up your ass, faggot! Cum with me. Come on! Spurt your gooey white cock juice. Yeah! Fill the condom for us. Fill it with your cum! Oh!" Rosdi's dick pulsated. As it neared its orgasm, it sent more precum than the usual. The fluid filled Azwar's rectum, preparing it for the shattering ejaculation. "Yeah! Oh!" Rosdi growled, arching his back. Thus, he managed to push the dick deeper into Azwar. At the same time, Azwar reacted by flexing his anal ring. And at then, Rosdi lost control and pumped out his cock juice. "Ah damn!" he cried, throwing his head back. "I'm cumming! Oh! Yes! Shit! I'm cumming!"

Energetically, he was screwing Azwar's asshole. The cumming fat dick still bored the fuck canal. As the first shot was sent in, it immediately filled up the chute. Rosdi was roaring for he had never had any intense orgasm, not like that. Like a mad bull, Rosdi slammed his hips hard, again and again. Rosdi's dick throbbed inside, spilling out its seeds. Azwar's rectum had turned into a river of cum. More curses and groans echoed, accompanying each spurt of cum. Seconds after Rosdi reached his climax, it was Azwar's turn to go. Azwar could no longer stop himself from spurting because his prostate had been pounded repeatedly. Not to mention, his dick was being milked incessantly by Burhan's eager ass. Azwar bucked, trapped between two sweating bodies.

"Fuck! Here I cum! I'm cumming, guys! Oh!" he wailed. Then, it did happen. Azwar was cumming! "Yes! Oh! Ah!" he cried, his body convulsing. Uncontrollably, his limbs shook. All he could do was embracing Burhan's body as orgasm took over. One of Azwar's hands was still encircling Burhan's dick. As orgasm coursed down his body, the hand tightened. "I'm spurting my cum! Oh!" Azwar wailed, his face contorting. The orgasm was spectacular, nothing like what he had had. "Oh! My dick can't stop cumming! Oh!" he groaned, bucking on top of Burhan's perspiring back. Meanwhile, inside Burhan's twitching asshole, Azwar's dick unleashed its precious cum. White sticky fluid was being pumped into the condom. The first shot was so powerful that it almost tore the condom off. The rest of the shots were much weaker. And the condom was soon filled up to the brim. "Oh! My cock cums! Yes! Ah!" Burhan's ass kept milking Azwar's dick, wanting to wring out every last drop from its tip.

Apparently, one's orgasm always triggered the others. After Rosdi's triggered Azwar's, it was time for Burhan's orgasm to take place. "Shit! I'm gonna cum, too!" Burhan announced. While fucking himself onto Azwar's dick, his dick was being stroked by Azwar. As Azwar was ejaculating, orgasm coursed through Azwar's hand and renewed its strength. The hand then was stroking Burhan's dick more rigorously. "Ah! Stroke my dick! Stroke it harder! Oh! I'm gonna cum! Yes! Oh yeah! It's so close now! Ah!" And Burhan's cum was finally spurted out. "Oh!" The cop yelled, his orgasmic wail piercing through the others' ears. The thick cum was squirted forward. The angle was so precise that the cum flew upward and hit the table. As it landed, Burhan swore that he heard its splashing sound. "Fuck! Yes! Oh! Milk me! Make me cum, ah! Shit!" Orgasm was shaking Burhan's body beyond his control. Like a ragged doll, he was bucking under Azwar's body. "Fuck! Oh!" Other cum shots were weaker and they only managed to dribble onto the floor. But the orgasm that Burhan experienced was still beyond words. "Fuck! Oh!"

Together, the three of them were pumping their loads. Each wanted to satisfy his own lust. Even Rosdi, the so-called straight man, did not want to pretend that he did not need the sex. Their groans were mixed into one, like music from an orchestra. The rising temperature did not bother them at all. Sweat drenched their bodies completely, flowing down. Needless to say, Burhan spurted his cum every where. The squirted cum emanated distinct aroma of sex. Rosdi's cum filled up Azwar's asshole. But the amount was too much. Some of it finally seeped out from the ass, running down Azwar's legs. The one who did not make any mess at all was Azwar because his cum was safely contained inside the condom. For several seconds, they groaned and bucked until finally the climax died down. The fun was over. Each heaving for breaths, they maintained their position while recuperating.

"Fuck! That was great!" Rosdi gasped, his body perspiring. "Homo sex is so much fun. And I'm willing to fuck your ass again," he said to Azwar. The cop then wrapped his hands around Azwar's body, holding onto it. Rosdi's torso expanded, pressing against Azwar's back. Inside the rectum, Rosdi's dick slowly grew flaccid. But slowly the dick left Azwar's ass, slipping away. As soon as it was withdrawn, a streamlet of cum broke out and flowed down Azwar's thighs. "Oh yeah," Rosdi moaned, watching his own cum wet Azwar's thighs. "It seems that I have shot too much cum up your queer ass." Then he remembered their mission. "Burhan, pulled out and took the condom. See how much cum we managed to collect." Reluctantly, Rosdi pulled away from Azwar's body. As he was doing so, he gripped Azwar's body and yanked it away from Burhan's ass. "Oh! We've got so much cum!" Rosdi exclaimed as he saw Azwar's condom-wrapped dick.

Burhan turned around to see the result of his great plan. And he, too, was amazed to see it. "Wow! This man can open a cum factory. He shot so much." Kneeling on the floor, Burhan carefully reached a hand to Azwar's dangling dick. Around the head was a hanging condom. White fluid was seen filling up the condom. The bottom part of that condom bulged like a balloon. Ever so gently, Burhan rolled the condom away. A sigh of relief escaped Azwar's mouth. Burhan smiled triumphantly as he lifted up the filled condom and showed it to Rosdi. "See? We've got our sample. Now, we can put this man in jail until we get further instructions."

Suddenly, the door swung open. Another police officer stood there with a wide grin on his face. "Have you got the sample? We don't have much time." He showed no concern after seeing those three naked men. He then received the condom from Burhan. "Good." But that cop could not take his eyes off those naked men. "We all heard your orgasm from outside. It was quite intense. Many of us could not hold it any longer and we decided to jack off. See? I even wetted my trousers." He pointed at his own crotch. True to his words, there was a wet spot forming there. "Maybe later, each of us can have fun with that faggot," he referred to Azwar. "Take him to jail."

Giving no resistance, Azwar let himself being walked to the jail. He was guarded by Burhan and Rosdi. The three of them did not bother to put on their clothes. As they walked out, all eyes were on their bodies. Azwar's face reddened for he had never been paraded naked like that. But his homosexual side loved it. Several naughty cops whistled at him as he walked passed them. It only took several minutes to get to the jail which was located in the basement. As the jail gate was locked, Azwar knew that his fate had been sealed.

EPILOGUE: Azwar's trial continued as the judge had not reached his verdict yet. A week later, a new piece of evidence was brought into the court. They brought in a cummy mattress which was confiscated from Azwar's house. Allegedly, Azwar sodomized some men on top of it. From the forensic report, Azwar's cum was found on it. The cum of some other men were also found there. Azwar was very surprised when he saw that cummy mattress because he was very sure that he had never let any cum drop onto it. Then it dawned on him what Burhan and Rosdi did to him. 'Fuck! So that's why they needed my cum so bad. They used my cum to fabricate false evidence!' Azwar did know why other men's cum ended on the mattress as well. But he imagined that the cops must have done the same thing to the other men. Months later, the verdict had been reached. Azwar had been proven guilty for being a homosexual Moslem man. As Azwar was driven to the prison, he knew that he would enjoy spending his 20 years there. Gay sex would be very easy to find there.

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