Femininity and Sucking Dick

At the sound of Kora's fumbled, tremulous answer, the cop laughed. It was a breathy, low chuckle, but still a laugh all the same. Not just that, but one that seemed triumphant, too. It wasn't hard to taste the male's satisfaction--he had finally shut the uppity whore's mouth. Tamed him, lowered his defenses. Now, there was no protest when he yanked the boy back by his arms, pulling so that his spine was fit into a sharp curve. And when he slowed his hips to a painfully lax crawl? All Kora could seem to do was groan long and demanding.

"Oh God..." Kora's voice came out in a slight squeak. The fingers fell from his hair, releasing the long tendrils to ease around his throat, holding him in place to prop up firmer, fuller strokes. It was delightful how his glistening lips parted, how his eyebrows furrowed in confusion over an otherwise pleased face. Every inch went in, and around the wide base leaked hot pre-cum down his slender thighs, the muscles standing out firm against his creamy skin. "Hurry up!"

"Why? You think after bein' a tease that I'm just gonna let you cum?"

"Fuck you!" The words burst out, and defiant hate flickered in his eyes briefly, before his knees began to go weak, the product of a rough thrust sent to quiet him up again. It did the job by busying him with mewling like the slut he was, panting desperately between sounds.

His head dropped down. A gesture of shame as he still tried to move himself against the frustratingly slow thrusts. His cushiony ass bumped against the hips grinding into his fairly often, eking out little sighs each time. It wasn't enough. It wasn't even close to enough. "Please!" Kora begged yet again, squeezing thick lashed eyes shut. The apples of his cheeks, the bones peaking out shyly, were dusted an embarrassed pink. The corners of his almond orbs were glistening slightly, desperate tears wetting the corners and smearing up his make-up.

"Please what?" The cop retorted, a smirk in his grunting voice that irritated the boy deep down to the pit of his stomach. This reaction only grew when he felt the throbbing shaft inside him start to stiffen up even more than it already was. Son of a bitch, he thought savagely. This bastard was about to blow his load and he wouldn't even return the favor.

"Please let me cum," Kora hissed through grit teeth, his sincerity clearly absent. He at least knew that this wouldn't be helping his predicament in the slightest, but he could hardly keep himself from tossing his head in annoyance when he felt the male's rough hand climbing up his slender throat. All that was going through his mind was a steady stream of agitated curses, the words fumbling even in his thoughts with the thrusts, quickening, then slowing again at random intervals.

There was no doubt. He was doing this on purpose. Toying with him with that big, swollen cock, and just to make him suffer, too. The gentle, sluggish movements of the length inside him were taking their toll, after all. Kora was helpless. It wasn't even the pounding as much as it was the teasing that turned him into a whimpering slut, long, pale legs spread and his full lips parted, slickened with saliva. He was very aware of his humiliating facial expression, but more pressing was the painful twitches his own prick was giving. His own warm pre-cum was dribbling messily down the insides of his thighs, mixing together with the slather of the cop's. No relief came. Just steady pumps into his ass, pushing at a lazy tempo that was starting to pick up little by little.

Lips brushed along the shell of his ear, uncomfortably hot with their lewd words. "I'm gonna cum in your tight little ass." The words came out in a growl, still echoing in his head despite his practically deafening moans. There was nothing to slow the brunette down now. He clapped a hand over Kora's mouth, slamming into him with the entire shape of his cock. The boy mewled weakly, trying to straighten himself, to squirm as much as possible to ruin the chances of having his insides sprayed with jizz. His efforts were futile, and he knew the fact well. It wasn't even the fact that he was being fucked that made him weak, but just because the older male was much more capable, much stronger than he.

There was almost no effort in holding Kora down while their hips slapped with animalistic grunts, and as expected, his thrusts came to a grinding halt not but a second or so later. There was only so much waiting that one man could do, especially during just one round. He was just about done. In reply, the dark eyed boy let out a groan of protest, one that leveled out into silence--albeit his shaky breathing. He measured one, then two little sighs of air before it began.

Hot liquid spurted inside of him in a thick torrent, coating his insides liberally in the gooey cum. It came oozing out only a second later, since his client still kept their hips grinding. "Oh fuck, fuck, please touch me!" Kora burst, his fuckbuddy tangling one hand into his fake hair, then slowly pulling out immediately after blowing his load. The action drug on for seconds, and his attacker's attention was completely focused on the strings of cum coming from his cream-pied fuckhole.

"Sorry." The police officer sighed. He was still held in place by the hair, but now his arms were kept a little more loosely. It wasn't until he heard a soft metallic 'clink' of a cuff falling into place that he realized the gravity of the situation. "Maybe someone a little more generous than me might help you out, huh?"

"Wait--!" The other end of the handcuffs was immediately locked onto the pipe of a near by toilet. Kora's lips opened and closed once or twice, before he was shoved down by the shoulder, kneeling with his aching cock exposed. His eyes were wide with horror, closely watching every movement of the male in front of him. He was reaching into his pocket...

Inside were two things. One, a little ring of keys, and the second, a wallet. "You're getting paid, right? Wasn't that the agreement? And I'm helping you, anyway. You need to lower your standards. You'll make more money that way," The man soothed, setting his only salvation--the keys--out of reach. Kora's attention stayed focused on this instead of the boring pause his lover took to search through his wallet. How could he say such a thing? He needed to 'lower his standards'? Just as he opened his mouth to spit out indigence at this, a handful of bills was shoved into the tight band that kept his dress up.

"There," the male grinned, seeming satisfied with this decision. He ate Kora up with his eyes, clearly enjoying how ravaged the boy looked, and the anger smoldering in those dark eyes. He was so smug... "Is that better?" He cooed, cupping the soft, flushed cheeks in the palms of his hand and rubbing his thumbs along the gooey corners of the slut's lips. They were parted to let out his heaving breath, but behind them were his teeth, screwed tightly shut. The hands sank into his hair, combing it back from his face, before bringing it in to press to his crotch.

The police officer seemed just so pleased with himself as he rubbed hot cum into Kora's cheek. "Come on, you can't be mad at me. I've been so nice to you..." It was difficult to express his indignant terror when he felt jizz--hot at that--smeared over his skin. The flaccid shaft wasn't unlike a slug, warm and slippery as it ground against his face. The musky scent prompted him to jerk backwards, but his client's rough hands held him firmly in place as he steadily, but lazily rubbed himself against the male's delightfully soft skin. In result, this earned a growl, low and angry sounding, only for it to be muffled by the slick cock slathering up his pretty mouth with cum. He pinched up his face in disgust. This thing had just been inside him, after all. Now it was trying to get in his mouth.

"You gotta finish your job. Clean it up," The cop instructed, pulling him back by his hair with one hand bundled up into the tresses. Kora was very aware that he was being talked to like a puppy that had piddled on the carpet, and he wasn't happy about it. He glared up at the man, turning his head stubbornly when the tip was jabbed against his tightly pursed lips. "You're nothing but a useless whore if you can't suck dick," The words felt like a slap across the face, but now the knob was being bounced against his cheek, leaving sticky trails between his skin and the gooey head.

This assault continued, with the plump member persistently attempting to push into his mouth and laying across his face, until impatience overwhelmed the taller male. "That money'll be mine and you'll get your face fucked no matter what if you don't open your mouth. Now." It was clear what he meant. Kora didn't want to take that risk, and the brunette knew it well. He couldn't keep the anger from bubbling inside him at the threat, but his mouth spread open anyway, hate seeping out of the small boy in startling amounts as he obediently welcomed his mouth to the other. As expected, this agitated reaction onl excited the cop, prompting him to bur the shaft between Kora's lips, and almost instantly, it was closed into a loose suction. The girth of it filled his cheeks, but each time he pulled up the would hollow slightly, dragging more cum into the hot cavern so that it coated his tongue. Soon enough, the semen was all he could taste, and coupled with the scent, the poor boy was overwhelmed.

At least it was mostly clean though; that was his only relief. Kora slowly pulled his head back, but when he finally reached the lowest part of the tip, the cop yanked him back by the hair, and his mouth popped free with a soft pop that was echoed by loud breathing.

"Good job." That was it? He found his head spinning as a grin settled down on his shocked face. There was no pause between the end of his very short blowjob and the sound of a zipper, signalling that the officer was getting ready to leave. Finally, he was done. "I'll be back tomorrow."

With that, he was gone. The door was left open wide, but Kora was focused on the words. They were more a threat than anything else. He'd be back tomorrow... Returning no doubt for more blackmail and painful, degrading sex. He was already starting to feel sore, sluggish and dirty, and the night was far from over. This was unfair. He was being punished for something he didn't even do wrong... But honestly, what more was there for him to expect? He had this guy pinned pretty well, after all--a BDSM freak. Of course he got something out of being mean.

Kora tried not to pay any attention to the fact that he suffered from the very same affliction as the cop. Instead, it was easier to take the path of self pity.

Why? Because these were things he knew he deserved. From a young age, it had been ingrained into the boy's mind that promiscuous sluts were for abusing and rough fucking, and really, that was why he wanted to be one. He wanted to wear short skirts and long, fake nails. Tall heels and make up. That was why the reflection in the mirror, looking more like an animal in heat than a scrawny, nervous nineteen year old boy felt better, more at home. He took pride in that image and held it firmly in his field of vision, just a few feet in front of his disgusting bathroom stall. What stared back at him were glossy, cum-coated lips and teary eyes. Long, dark hair and a lovely dress hitched over slender hips. It was the picture of a girl. A beautiful girl that boys wanted to ravage, to fuck raw. A pretty, confident slut, and that was what he strove for. That was the reason why he welcomed abuse, and quite frankly, he was fine with that.