For the sake of brevity, lets call JustWondring, Kevin.

Kevin looked at Google Maps, and the app told him that there had been a massive wreck on the interstate. The app told him delays of up to 60 minutes were to be expected and it would be quite late before he made it to his home an hour from Evansville, Indiana.

Kevin smiled as he thought of the night’s events. A friend had invited him to come to a private party at a gay strip club named STUDZ. Kevin, a bisexual man, enjoyed spending time with his gay friend Steve. It was always an adventure. He drank too much tonight and Steve had convinced him to be the center of a 12 man circle jerk on the stage. As the center of the circle jerk, Kevin ended up becoming the cum dump. He had been able to clean himself up before he left but he wasn’t sure he had combed out all of the cum in his blond beard.



He could still taste the few cocks he had sucked off. But all and all the evening had been fun. Shortly after leaving the club. Kevin had pulled his stiff cock out of his short shorts and he had been stroking it for the last hour or so. Kevin was about to bust a nut but he kept himself right on the edge of cuming. Kevin enjoyed edging as it resulted in amazing orgasms.



As Kevin edged, he scooped any pre-cum that oozed from his cock and sucked it off his fingers.

Kevin decided to try a detour getting him off the bright lights of the interstate and hopefully home sooner. Kevin had never been off the interstate in this part of Indiana, but he figured that he should be able to work his way south and west and work himself around the delays. At least he had his cock to play with as he drove and the upside to the traffic delay was the additional edging time.

It was 3 AM, and Kevin drove confidently, trusting his GPS to eventually work him back to the interstate. He was, however, surprised that the GPS had directed him to such a poorly maintained road. The road was exceedingly narrow and full of potholes.

After twenty minutes on the unfamiliar road, red and blue lights flickered in his rear view mirror. A sense of unease settled over his body as Kevin pulled over on the gravel shoulder. He did not need to be hassled by the police. He had drug shit in his car and did not want his car searched. An old police car, looking like it had driven straight out of a 1950s horror movie, parked behind him. Rust covered its sides, and the siren was barely attached to the car's roof.

The cop, an older man with a worn uniform riddled with moth holes, his name tag said Sam, approached Kevin’s driver side window, spitting out a massive chunk of tobacco as he walked. "What's the matter, officer?" Kevin asked, trying to keep his voice confident and steady. "Shut the fuck up and get out of the car," the cop growled. "Stand in front of the car. Do not turn off the engine and shift to high beams."

Kevin's thought the old geezer ain't that bad and he thought maybe if I gave him a blow job, he would let me go. He said, "Officer, I give great blow jobs. Why don’t I give you one and you can let me go.”
Suddenly the cop withdrew his baton from his belt and slammed the baton down on the top of Kevin’s car. Kevin thought, bet that left a dent. The cop said, "Jesus Christ, another fucking faggot, I SAID, shut the fuck up and get out of the goddamn car! Stand about 10 feet in front of the car so that the high beams light you up."

Kevin stepped out of the car forgetting that his hard cock was still sticking out of his pants.



The gravel crunched under his feet as he moved to the front of the car, illuminated by the high beams. The cop watched him intently. "You don't belong on this road, faggot" he said. "I—" Kevin began, but the cop lunged forward and poked his baton at Kevin’s face, "Keep your faggot mouth SHUT or I’ll make you suck this stick," the cop snarled. Then seeing Kevin’s cock sticking out of his pants, the cop said said, “Put that damn thing away, there ain’t no faggots out here.”

“Don't move while I search your car.” The cop took his flashlight and spent about 5 minutes searching Kevin's car.

"Did you find anything, officer?" Kevin yelled at the cop, afraid of what he had found.

The cop held up a bag with a needless syringe inside with various drugs in smaller zip lock bags inside the bigger bag. “is this a Booty Bump bag,” The cop said.

Kevin was surprised that the cop knew what a Booty Bump kit was. The cop said, “I know you dissolve drugs in water and then use the needless syringe to shoot the mixture up his ass. “Officer, I have no idea how that got in my car.”

The cop said, You are in serious trouble young man, serious trouble.” The cop continued, “I also found this,” holding up a book of matches. Kevin replied, "OK, you found a book of matches, so what?" The cop replied, "This is a book of matches from a gay strip club called STUDZ. So you are a faggot stripper?", the cop asked. "No, but I was there tonight." replied Kevin.

Just then another set of headlights appeared down the road, cutting through the darkness. The car soon came into view and it was another old cop car, even more worn than the first.

The door creaked open, and out stepped another cop, poorly dressed in a dirty, tobacco-stained shirt and urine stains on his pants. He exuded the same menacing aura as Sam, if not worse. "Sammy boy, what do you have here? Looks like you got a young man standing in the middle of the road, putting his dick away. You have crossed over to the faggot side have you Sammy boy. What gives?" the new cop asked, his voice rough and mocking.

Kevin said, "Sir, this guy is calling me names and making me stand here in the middle of the street." The cop said, "Is that so? Sammy boy, you being bad again, he laughed?"

Sam grinned maliciously. "Tommy, this faggot had his dick out when he got out of the car. I told him to put it away. Also, this faggot had drugs in his car and he is a stripper from a gay strip club.” Tommy had withdrawn his baton from his belt and holding it with his right hand was pounding the baton into his left hand. Tommy said, “Sammy boy, we got to run this guy in but we should have some fun with this guy before we haul him in for the drugs you found. Sam broke into a big smile and said, “Hell yes”

Tommy said, “OK, faggot, here’s the way it going down. You are going to do exactly what we say. You will do it with enthusiasm and if you do a good enough job, we might just let you go.” Kevin just nodded his head, up and down, in the affirmative.

"Well mister faggot stripper, I want you to dance for us, in fact we want to see a strip tease?" Tommy said, his tone dripping with malice.

Kevin thought, oh well lets make this good, if its a good performance maybe they will let me go. Kevin moved out into the beam of the head lights and started to gyrate around, trying to dance as sexy as he could. The cops watched him intently, each leering at Kevin.

"Let me help you," Tommy sneered. He returned to his car and popped in a cassette tape, finding Wild Cherry's "Play That Funky Music” and turned the radio up loud. "Now, let's see you strip," he said, leaning against the car. Kevin felt a tingle spread through his body. He felt the beat course through his body. He was going to give these cops a show.

The cops’ eyes never left him, their gaze predatory. Tommy stepped closer, with his baton in his right hand. "I know you dance at a strip club,” he said. "Make it sexy."

Kevin's heart pounded with excitement, if the cop wants a show, he will give him one. "I don't have all night," the cop said. Kevin began to undress, moving slowly. He took off his shirt and slid his shorts down his legs, a good sized, hard as a rock, cock sprung to life. Kevin grabbed his cock and moved toward Tommy, shaking his cock at Tommy.



Tommy watching intently, said, “What the fuck I don’t want no damn faggot shoving his damn hard cock at me.

Tommy started toward Kevin, slamming his baton even harder into his hand. Kevin smiled and thrust his hips toward the cop, his cock pointing directly at the cop. Tommy swung his baton in a slow arc and made contact with Kevin’s cock. A twisted smile spreading across Tommy’s face.

The pain shot through his throbbing cock but Kevin just grinned back at the cop. Kevin started to pivot from the hips and his cock was making a flat horizontal arc just in front of the cop. The cop swung his baton again, repeatedly pounding Kevin’s cock. “Get that damn thing away from me.” Tommy yelled out.

Sam approached Kevin, his baton in hand. As he was walking toward Kevin, Kevin started to stroke his cock, faster and faster, cum started to ooze from Kevin’s cock.



Sam said, “Tommy handcuff this fucking queer before his cock explodes on me.” Tommy said, Tommy approached Kevin with a set of handcuffs. He grabbed his hands off of his erect cock and roughly forced his hands behind his back, securing his wrists. The metal bit into Kevin’s skin, and he winced in pain. Kevin said, “Come on guys, you know you want me to suck your cock, you know that doesn’t make you gay if I did.”

Sam said, So you want to suck on something, so suck on this”, and he shoved his baton toward Kevin’s mouth. Kevin had little choice but to open his mouth to protect his teeth. Sam started to slowly insert and withdraw his baton, in and out of Kevin’s mouth. Tommy said, “Sammy boy, I heard faggots like to deep throat cocks, lets see how much of that baton our faggot can take. Sam began to push the baton deeper into Kevin’s mouth. Suddenly Kevin choked on the baton and vomit spewed from his lips that were wrapped around the baton. Sam pulled his baton from Kevin’s mouth and held the puke dripping baton up to Kevin’s mouth. Evan though it was disgusting, Kevin didn’t not want to show weakness to the cops so he artfully used his tongue to clean the vomit off Sam’s baton.

Tommy took three more wacks against Kevin erect cock. Kevin had always been into pain and as he felt the cop pound on his cock, his cock just got harder and harder. “Jesus, Sammy boy the faggot likes this. Both cops started taking turns beating on Kevin’s cock.

After what seemed like an eternity of such abuse, Tommy slammed his baton into Kevin’s stomach causing Kevin to double over in pain. Tommy spun Kevin around and if as if he read Tommy’s mind, Sam stuck his baton, roughly, a few inches into Kevin asshole. He said, “Lets see if he like this”. After shoving the baton in again and again and again, Sam said, “How thoughtless of me. Tommy I shoved that up his ass without any lubrication.”

Sam roughly withdrew his baton and brought the shitty baton up to Kevin’s mouth and said, “lubricate it up for me.” Kevin, all to eager to have that baton back in his ass, began to suck the shit covered baton as if it was a large black cock. He ran his tongue around and around the invasive tool.

Tommy spoke up, “Sammy boy, the ole lady never lets me have any ass. I think I want to fuck this guy. Would that make me gay?” Sam said, “Hell no, Tommy.”

Kevin felt a bolt of glee shoot through his body as he heard Tommy unzipping his pants. Sam said, “Tommy, once again in the interest of not hurting the faggot I think that the faggot ought to lubricate your cock before you stick it in.

Tommy replied, “Whoa Sammy boy, I don’t want no faggot sucking my cock.” Sam said, “Tommy, he is not going to suck your cock, all he is going to do is lubricate it to ease his pain.”

Tommy pushed Kevin to his knees and brought his cock toward Kevin’s mouth. “Just lubricate it faggot, I don’t want to hurt you, just wet my cock so it will go in easy.”

As Tommy brought his cock toward Kevin’s mouth, Kevin’s tongue shot out and licked the foreskin of Tommy’s cock. The sudden wondrous feeling cause Tommy to shove his cock toward Kevin’s waiting mouth. Kevin slathered Tommy's cock with saliva on the way in, before it continued into his throat. Tommy began to hump Kevin’s mouth

“Jesus Sammy boy, that do feel good. Faggots can sure suck cock.” Sam said, “Tommy, I thought you were just going to just have him lubricate your cock.” He is, he is, oh gawd, he is,” said Tommy.

Kevin wouldn't have thought the situation could be any hotter but then Tommy said, “Suck it you faggot bitch, make daddy feel good, suck it.”

Tommy pulled his dripping with saliva cock out of Kevin’s mouth. Tommy said, “Gawd, I got to have me some ass. Mabel would never let me have any ass. Stand up and bend over bitch.” Kevin stood up and wiggle his ass at Tommy and said, “Stick it home big guy.”

Tommy stuck his well lubricated cock up Kevin’s ass and began to pound Kevin’s ass relentlessly. As he fucked Kevin, Tommy began to slap Kevin’s ass. “Oh Sammy boy this is wonderful, its so fucking good.” Kevin was used to having his ass fucked and he knew a few tricks to make the pleasure unbearable. Tommy would contract his anal sphincter and relax, contract and relax.

“Sammy boy, I am about to cum in in this faggot’s ass,” said Tommy. Tommy then began to thrust in earnest. “I’m cuming, I’m cuming” Tommy’s cum shot out of his cock during each forward thrust into Kevin’s ass. The orgasm was the best that Tommy had ever had. Tommy’s spent cock plopped out of Kevin’s ass.

Sam said, “Tommy, good buddy, its been years since I have had my cock sucked. I am going to do it. Gay or no gay, I’ve got to.

Kevin watched with eager anticipation as Sam unzipped his zipper. And then heavens sake, a huge cock, the biggest cock Kevin had ever seen popped out of Sam’s pants. Tommy gave out a low whistle and said, “Sammy boy, you are packin!!”

Kevin slid forward scuffing his knees on the rough road, eager to get Sam’s monster cock in his mouth. Sam felt Kevin’s hands on his hips and felt his body rotate so that that Kevin could bury his tongue in Sam’s ass. As soon as Kevin’s tongue found Sam’s asshole, Sam let out a long slow, “oh my gawd, that fills good.” After a few minutes of Kevin tonguing Sam’s ass, Kevin grabbed Sam’s hips and spun him around so that his rigid cock slapped against Kevin’s cheek. Then Kevin opened his mouth and engulfed Sam’s cock.

Kevin began to bob his head up and down Sam’s shaft, licking his cock from top to balls. Sam put his hands on the top and back of Kevin’s head and began to force Kevin’s head up and down at his pace and at his depth.

Kevin reached down and began to stroke his cock as he was sucking Sam’s cock. Now Kevin was masturbating while he was sucking Sam. Sam said, "I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cuMMM!" Kevin made a muffled "MMMmmm" sound to let Sam know that Kevin wanted him to cum right there in his mouth! Sam came and came and came! Kevin swallowed a LOT of it. Some of it dripped down Kevin’s chin he continued to suck the cum out of Sam’s cock.

Tommy and Sam walked away from Kevin, out of ear-shot. They stood there, there limp cocks dripping cum, they eyed each other. “What do we do with this faggot? We said we would let him go” said Sam. Tommy said, “We can’t do that. If town folk found out the gay things we did we would be run out of town. We have got to get rid of him somehow that looks like he died of natural causes.

"Wait a minute," Sam said as he went back to his car and picked up Kevin’s Booty Bounce kit and walked back to Tommy’s side. Sam said, “you got any of that fentanyl-laced cocaine we got off that young lady left. Tommy said, Good thinking Sam, good thinking.” Lets give our little faggot the ultimate booty bump..Tommy returned with the fentanyl-laced cocaine. Sam said, “Give it to me”. Sam dumped enough of the white powder to kill 10-20 people into the needless syringe and the both of them walked toward the faggot.

Kevin's eyes widened in horror as he realized what they intended to do. He struggled weakly, trying to crawl away, but his body was too weak from the earlier assault. Tommy grabbed him, flipping him over and pinning him down. "Hold still," he sneered, positioning him for the cruel act. The faggot's screams filled the night, but they were of no use. Sam took the syringe from Tommy and forced it inside the faggot’s asshole. Kevin's body convulsed with pain and fear as the fentanyl-laced cocaine began to seep into his system.

Kevin felt a wave of dizziness and nausea, his vision blurring as the potent drugs took hold. As the medicines overwhelmed his system, Kevin's mind became foggy, and surprisingly, amid the pain, he felt an odd, unwelcome warmth spreading through his body. Erotic thoughts began to invade his mind, an involuntary response to the intense sensations overtaking him. His heart raced uncontrollably, and he looked at the two cops with a confused mixture of fear and desire. He felt an inexplicable need to be with them, to feel their touch, despite the horrors they had inflicted upon him. He tried to crawl toward them, his body weak and failing. Sam and Tommy watched in cruel amusement as Kevin struggled, his movements slow and uncoordinated.

Just as he reached out toward them, his body gave out. Kevin collapsed to the ground, his breath shallow and labored. His vision darkened, and he felt herself slipping away, the warmth giving way to an icy numbness. His heartbeats grew weaker until his heart finally stopped. Kevin's lifeless body lay still on the cold ground, his tragic end a testament to the unimaginable cruelty he had endured. The two cops looked down at him, their expressions a mix of satisfaction and indifference.

"Well, that's that," Sam said, stepping back. "We need to make sure this looks like an overdose."

Tommy nodded, his eyes still fixed on the faggot’s motionless form. "No one will ever know what really happened." After all, we would be the investigating officers.

They quickly staged the scene, ensuring that all evidence pointed to an accidental overdose. Sam retrieved the drugs and any other incriminating evidence. Tommy dressed Kevin's body in the clothes he had shed, dragged him back to his car, and slipped him into the driver's seat. It looked like Kevin had succumbed to the drug on her own. Sam positioned a needless syringe in the center console. He had inserted a mixture of cocaine and water into the syringe, which was typical of a person performing a "booty bump."

By the time they were done, Kevin's body was just another tragic statistic, his true story buried beneath layers of lies and deceit.

The two cops laughed and joked, unaffected by the harm they had inflicted on Kevin. It was just another night, another victim. Another story to be manipulated to their advantage.

After the investigation, the coroner ruled Kevin's death an accidental overdose. The fact that two similar deaths had occurred with a short time span was lost on Sam and Tommy’s superiors. The official narrative painted him as just another unfortunate soul lost to the dangers of drug abuse. The pain and terror he had endured were buried with him, known only to the two cops who walked away from Kevin's naked body without a second thought.