An Officer and Three Gentlemen - Original Version

Here is the original story from Sack Stomper that inspired my story series. As you can read in this version, Jason's magnificent manhood meets a quick and cruel end in the original story, but the young muscle cop has already endured far more abuse in my version and is still going strong.

Tomorrow, I'm going to do something new and post my brief story notes for how to continue my version of the series. I'd really love it if you guys could chime in and let me know what YOU'D like to see done to this handsome hunk. I'll bet he can endure a hell of a lot more abuse! And I also want to know what should finally happen to him. Should he survive, perhaps getting rescued by his fellow officers, or should his massive genitals be severed from his body and stomped into the floor like in the original version.

The choice, my gentle readers, is entirely yours... :)

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An Officer and Three Gentlemen

Submission Date: 2000-11-28

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A hot Detroit cop has his balls busted wide open by 3 luscious hunks

An Officer and Three Gentlemen

July 3, 19xx

A dense fog was settling over Detroit. Jason Allen, a rookie with the Force on his first night of patrol had landed into a situation hotter than the stale Great Lake's air of this Independence Day eve. The brightly lit silhouette of the Renaissance Center could be seen rising up from above the skyline of filth, decease and scandal that constituted the Great Lake docks. Particularly macabre were those long ago abandoned such fixtures -- left empty long ago by Sears Roebuck, General Motors and Waylend Glass -- all of which, like Jason, had seen much better days. Oh how Jason wished he could be some how magically transported away from the abandoned warehouses and disrepair cranes and into the warmth and security of some penthouse suite in the Renaissance Center, but that wasn't going to happen. Gregory Snider, his veteran partner, and himself had been responding to a call that some devil worshipers were holding some sort of ceremony inside an abandoned warehouse. Upon arriving, Gregory was ambushed by two of the three worshipers inside and shot mercilessly at pointblank range just inches from Jason. The men, with tasers, pepper spray and chrome pipes had quickly subdued Jason and had stuffed him into the back of a dilapidated 1974 Thunderbird. Within moments the car was speeding away from the warehouse district and towards…

"And news from around the capital city today..." Jason heard a muffled radio announcer say. He had been tied and gagged and was buried under something, a tarp of some kind, weighted heavily with what felt like books. "We're... we're in Lansing!" Jason thought. I have to get help. He struggled violently with his restraints, but the confrontation at the water front and the exhaustion from going at least a day without food or water made it impossible. Jason could feel that the car was not in motion. All about he heard noise, felt motion. Bells on a door some distance away, clanged; a women talked to her daughter about gymnastics practice - they had stooped at a gas station. But why...? The car swept into motion and something very large, very warm and very heavy was tossed onto Jason's stomach. All went black.

When Jason regained conciseness again, he was no longer under the tarp. He was in a cabin, judging by the view from the window, somewhere far north - perhaps as far as the Macinak Bridge area. The cabin was tiny and had only one room. No cupboards, shelves, tables, chairs, nor even a toilet or sink. Only a television tucked into the corner, a small window on the western face and a cream colored halogen lamp that offered the only light. At the moment, Jason was being forced into a standing position by two ropes attached to each arm that extended to the ceiling. His legs, too were confined by ropes leading to anchors on the floor. Jason quickly noticed he had been striped to his Speedo thong-like underwear and his legs were spread open wide. The two of the men were standing three feet away, looking Jason up and down as one would do at a slab of meat at a Japanese nikuya.

"He's a prime one!" one of them, a 20-something blonde with an adorable boyish face and freckles commented.

"Yeah." supported another, this one with long brown hair held behind his back in a ponytail and with broad, muscular shoulders.

"Looky here!" said the other one who had been standing near the television.

"Channel 7 news you can use. Tonight, 21 year old Jason Allen of the Detroit PD is missing. His partner was found dead, police are holding his name until…"

"Isn't that a riot!" he said.

They all broke into unexplainable laughter as the man near the television kicked the picture tube in.

"I'm Sabastian." said the blonde kid. "Sabastian Waters.”

Sabastian was dressed in a tight T-shirt that perfectly outlined his muscular chiseled abs. His pants were leather, and also several sizes too small, as if to outline the massive bulge in the front. On his feet he donned military surplus boots which had been retrofitted with soccer-type kleets on the underside.

"I am Drew Alden." said the guy standing next to him, bowing slightly while his arm was crossed over his stomach -- a perfect gentleman! His voice was very deep and very rough, yet extremely sexy! Drew wore no shirt, which showed off perfectly his awesomely muscular torso and extremely broad shoulders. He was wearing a faded pair of blue jeans which had been cut off below the knee. They were so tight, they appeared uncomfortable. They outlined in full detail his massive cock and voluptuous balls. He was wearing no shoes nor socks.

"And I'm Fred Blanc." said the last one, moving in closer to the group. Fred was the hottest of all. He was, it seemed, only 18 or 19 years old. His body was that of a high school football jock - muscles bulging everywhere. His clothes, unlike the others, were extremely non-attention grabbing. He wore a plain baggy white T- shirt with loose fitting khaki slacks. He wore Air Jordan's of the newest variety, and one could see he wore 'normal' white cotton socks. His hair was styled in a conservatively stylish bowl cut and shimmered reddish brown. His eyes were hazel and had the most gorgeous depth of color. To top it off, he wore what appeared to be a school ring and a small Nike ear ring. Compared to the others, he was dressed for the latest fashion magazine. But even though you couldn't directly see it, Fred had a body that beat the others hands down. His titanic 10 inch penis and egg sized balls made a bulge even through the baggy khaki. Every time Fred inhaled, his muscular stomach heaved outward, stretching the fabric of his shirt.

The site of these gorgeous men was almost too much for Jason, who couldn't control his hardening cock.

"You're nicely equipped.." Sabastian noticed grabbing and massaging Jason's basket. He was no doubt impressed by Jason's bulge -- an 8 inch cock and nice size balls -- and his muscular back and stomach. Jason's shoulders were broad, almost broader than Drew's and his legs were well toned and rippling with muscle.

"Thank you." Jason graciously accepted with a casualness that almost made him forget the severity of the situation... then he remembered "What are you going to do…"

Jason hadn't finished before the bottom of Sabastian's boot slammed into Jason's exposed balls. Jason reeled in agony, screaming vainly into the night.

"That's what!" Drew answered grabbing Jason by the balls and squeezing mercilessly. Drew rolled both of Jason's testicles to the left side of the scrotum and restricted and movement back with his thumb. Then he went in for the kill and started to pound the stretch scrotum with his free hand.

"They keep slipping. Take off his pants, Fred.”

"With pleasure!" Fred nearly squealed, grabbing a pair of scissors he had been hiding behind his back and began carelessly cutting Jason's undies off.

"Wouldn't wanna' slip!" Fred laughed, the blades of the scissors stooped seconds before they were to slice through the base of Jason's cock. When the underwear fell to the floor, Jason's genitals rolled out of their restraints. The three were impressed at the hang of his balls and made small side comments to this fact.

"No please! No more!" Jason pleaded.

Sabastian again pounded his boot into Jason's nuts. Then, without warning, grabbed Jason by both shoulders and proceeded to ram his knee upward into Jason's groin. Jason felt nauseous has the waves of pain shot up his body. Sabastian's large knee flatted Jason's entire package painfully into his body.

Oh yeah! They're gonna' rupture!" Sabastian announced confidently ramming his knee over and over into Jason's nuts.

"No. Let me have some fun first!" Drew suggested.

Drew again grabbed Jason's big balls and proceeded to trap both testicles into one half of the scrotum. He then pounded this stuffed side with his free fist.

"Oh! Oh!" Jason cried in sexual agony. His body writhed, each muscle glistening golden with sweat. The torture was killing him but the feeling of Drew's hand on his privates made him very aroused. The pounding continued two...three... four... ten times then Fred stepped in, motioning to the others to step aside.

Fred looked deep into Jason's eyes, probing his mind and giving him suggestive smiles "It's too bad your a cop. I think your cute, Jason. It is Jason, right? I only looked at your drivers license for a sec.”

"Yeah." Jason answered intoxicated by the strong scent of manly cologne and sweat Fred was giving off.

"We could have become 'close' friends, but... your a cop and you know what we do to cops.”

"No!" Jason screamed realizing what was about to happen "Do, Fred please.”

"Sorry." Fred chuckled proceeding to lift his foot squarely into Jason's crotch. Jason heaved in pain.

Jason couldn't believe it! He was trapped in a cabin with three of the most luscious men he had ever seen, but he was tied to the wall and having his ball busted. What luck.

The pounding continued until Jason felt he was going to pass out.

"You can make it. Don't black out now!" Fred pleaded with an adorable puppy dog look on his face -- all the while ramming his foot into Jason's crotch.

Jason could only give a low moan, out of pain and the arousal of Fred's sheer hansomeness, and went unconscious.

Not much time had passed since he last passed out, Jason figured because it was still night outside. He looked around for his captives. Sabastian and Drew talked quietly in the corner. Fred laid staring up at the ceiling on the bed.

"Uuuhh..." Jason groaned. Everyone looked over and proceeded to walk to Jason's side.

"I see our cop has woken up." Drew said “Good!"

There was only a moment before Drew slammed his bare foot into Jason's groin two, three four times. Jason fought hard to suppress the nausea.

"Lets finish him, Fred!" Sabastian pleaded.

“How?"

"Wait. You guys aren't gonna..." Jason trembled as he figured out their plan "No. No please don't I'm only 23 years old. Please don’t..."

Jason was quickly silenced by a karate chop to the testicles by Fred.

Drew handed Fred a very coarse fine, piece of metal rope about two or so feet long. Fred took the string and wraped the base of Jason's entire package with it in the shape of a loop, so that pulling poth sides would close the loop.

Freds entire arm flenched, then stoped. Fred bend down, kicked each of Jason's testicles, then engulfed the walnut sized things into his mouth. He such softly, rolling each ball in his mouth. Sabastian got right to work on sucking Jason's cock and Drew massaged Jason's back and abs, licking sentually along the way. This was all too much for Jason and he erupted a massive load of cum into Sabastians waiting mouth. As soon as it was over, the three stopped what they were doing and Fred quickly pulled the two ends of the string.

Jason screamed, more of sheer terror than pain, almost drowning out the sickening 'plop' his balls and dick made when they hit the bare floor.

"You aren't a big bad cop 'man' now, are you?" Drew taunted above Jason's screams.

Drew rose his bare foot above the bloody blob and started stomping on it violently, rolling it around between his toes, smashing Jason's once proud package into literally a stain on the floor.

Meanwhile, Sabastain ran quickly out of the cabin and returned seconds latter with a lage branding iron in the shape of a circle. He quickly branded shut Jason's wounds. They continued to have 'fun' with Jason for another hour or so. They used his washboard stomach as a punching bag and taunted his lack of a sex drive by trying to seduce him -- although he lacked the ability to 'physically respond'. At one point, the beefy Fred ripped off his shirt and begain caressing his body against Jason's. The feeling of Fred's hunky body against his made Jason feel strange -- no longer a sexual urge. Finally, the three licked Jason up and down, leaving no crack unexplored. Jason felt shivers of joy -- but it wasn't sexual joy. He knew he would never be a man again.