This happened when I was 21 years old in Bangalore. I am a bisexual guy in college. The gay encounters were limited to kissing and sucking cock. But I was still a virgin. Most of my sex was with women. But I did love sex with men more.
I would secretly wear women’s underwear sometimes and go to college. I am very fair with a smooth hairless body. I have a slightly big butt and loose chest, almost small pink breasts.
This incident happened late Friday night when I returned home from a party. I was wearing a tight white shirt and black spandex trousers. My small breasts would be pretty visible in the tight t-shirt, and my butt in the tight spandex. I was a little high from the drinking and did smoke up too.
I was carrying a little weed back home for later, which I had hidden in the panty on my left butt. Not the best place since the packet was visible through the tight spandex. To top it at the party, some of the women had put lipstick on me. They knew I was bisexual and thought the feminine look suited me for the party.
I, on the other hand, had completely forgotten about the lipstick. It was almost 11 pm. We started partying at 3 pm. Most folks had just gone home. Or they were in such bad shape that they were being dragged to their homes. Pretty high myself, I decided to head home on my bike.
I normally know junctions on where to avoid cops. But this time, I guess I was high and brave. I did not care and took all the main roads enjoying the night Bangalore breeze. I was so lost that I forgot about the police checkpoint 1 km from my house.
I cruised at 30 kmph when suddenly a constable ran in the middle of the road with his stick. I was forced to brake. I swerved my bike to go and hit the cop’s bike on the side of the road and knocked it over. My luck couldn’t be worse. Immediately I could hear a bunch of cops rushing towards me shouting.
The original constable, who ran in the middle, quickly came and took my bike keys out. I got off the bike and started the usual “Sorry sir, sorry sir.” All I could hear in return was the shouting in Kannada. I just stood there, scared of how these guys would fleece me for money.
They know students are just a means of money. They also do not want the hassle of taking them to the station or seizing their vehicles. They quickly got a machine and asked me to blow into it. Let me tell you. The analyzer showed a value of 100 mg/100 ml.
One of the cops started laughing. They knew they had one ‘bakra’ for tonight. They started talking in Kannada, assuming I did not understand. One of them said, “Look at his clothes.” The other said, “His breasts and ass look better than my wife,” and they all started laughing.
The original constable who stopped me said, “I know. Look at his lip color. I am sure some man will fuck him tonight at home.” they all started laughing. He continued, “Not him, her tonight. Why someone? I will only want to fuck her tonight. ”
They all laughed out loud, thinking I understood nothing of what they said. But I did. I just stood there in silence. I said, “Sorry, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” Then the original constable smelt the weed on my breath. He came close and sniffed by breath. He immediately informed the superior, “Sir, he is high on weed.”
The superior asked me if I had smoked it. There was no denying it. I shook my head, scared. “Are you also carrying some supplies with you?”
“No sir, no sir.” I lied. The superior got a call from his boss and moved to the side. Before moving to the side, he instructed the original constable to take me to the side and check me. The original constable who had stopped me directed me behind the police jeep and asked me to raise my hands.
I read his name as Ranga. I did as I was told, hoping he would not grope my butt. The weed packet was pretty prominent against my thin spandex trousers. He started by patting my shoulders and moved down to my chest. As he reached my chest, he took extra time to pat my soft breasts several times.
He gave a last squeeze to both of them, to which I winced. He gave me a dirty smile. “Why lipstick?” he asked me. “It was a crazy party theme. Everyone, all boys, was wearing it.” I lied. He finished patting my front. He asked me to turn around and start from the top.
He slowly moved his hands towards my butt and stopped just short of my butt. He then moved down to my lower legs and started moving his hands up till he reached my butt. He moved his hand to the insides of my left thigh, moved it to my crotch, and repeated both sides.
Then finally, he moved one hand between my legs and moved it from my balls to cock to my butt hole. I was super uncomfortable but stood still. He finally moved his hands to my butt and patted right on the weed packet. He had already noticed it but wanted to take the time to feel me up.
His hand grabbed my left butt tight with his fingers almost digging into my butt cheeks hard. “What is this?” Surprisingly his voice was not loud, but as if he did not want anyone else to hear it. I said, “Nothing, Sir.” He did not wait for any permission.
He pulled my spandex, moved his hand inside, saw my panty, and stopped. He then moved his hand to the bottom of my butt cheek, past the packet. Then he scratched his nail to take the packet in his hand. I squirmed a little but did not make a noise.
He then moved his other hand to the other side and repeated the same. It did leave red marks over my butt for the next 1 week. Then before removing the right hand, he moved it to my crack, dragged his finger across, stopped at my hole to circle it, and removed his hand.
Surprisingly he did not say anything. He continued the ruse of patting me, “Listen, I can help you. If this goes to the superior, it could mean jail.” I was like, “Sorry, Sir. Please help me. I will never do this again. I will pay you, Sir.”
“How much?” I told him I was a student and did not have much. I showed him the 500 rupees I had. “This will not do. This will only help you get out of here, and that too with my help. What else can you give me?”
He continued to pat me up and down. “Sir, I have nothing else. ”
“Don’t say that. Why are you lying?”
“Sir, I am not lying. I do not have anything else.”
“I think you have something else you do not want to share with me. I think you do not like my help. Let me take this to my superiors. They will call your parents and jail.”
“No, Sir, please. Help. What else can I give you?”
He took a deep breath, moved his hand back in the butt crack, and started fingering my hole. “I want this.” All this was happening behind the jeep, so no one noticed. I got scared. “Sir, please. I will arrange money.” He pulled his hand out and said, “Let us talk to Sir and show him this packet.”
“No, Sir, please no. Ok ok. Whatever you say. ..”
He smiled and squeezed my butt cheeks. “Let us go. Let me talk to Sir. You keep apologizing. Ask for the bike. They will refuse. Then ask if someone can drop you home on your bike. Ask for me. Understood?” I nodded my head, scared.
“Aye Ranga, where are you? Started fucking her already?” Someone shouted in Kannada, and all the other cops started laughing loudly. “Stay here.” He stepped to walk towards this superior, joining them in their jokes. I saw him talk to his boss in Kannada.
The gist was, “Just a drunk kid student, Sir. No money, just 500 rupees, no point wasting time. I took 500 rupees. I think he is scared enough. We should just let him go.” His boss nodded in agreement. Ranga came back to me and rudely told me to go. “Next time, we won’t be so easy.” He was playing along.
I asked, “Sir, bike key?”
“In this state, we cannot give bikes. Come collect it from the station tomorrow. ”
“Sir, how will I go home? My house is far from here.” Ranga made a thoughtful face. “Sir, should we let him take his bike?” The superior refused. “Ask him to walk back.” I came up, “Sir, it is very far. Please, Sir. Please, Sir.”
“Aye, poda,” he shouted.
“Sir. Please. Can one of your men ride me to my house on my bike? They can take the bike to the station after that. Please, Sir.”
“We are not your servants’ young man.” the superior said. I just kept pleading and begging. “Ranga, sir. Please help.” Ranga stepped in. “Where is your house?” I told him the address.
“Sir, anyways, I have to go check if all liquor shops are shutting down in the same area from here in 20 minutes. I will take this bike and drop him home. Do my rounds and return to the station.” his superior answered a call as we stood there for 5 minutes.
As soon as he got off the call. “Go. Make sure all collections are on time,” he said in Kannada. Ranga nodded and looked at me. “Come, your highness,” taunting me in public. He started the bike and asked me to sit. As I sat, the rest of the cops shouted, “All the best Ranga. Have fun.”
They all laughed out loud again. As we took off, I was now scared of what I had got myself into. Ranga was a tall slim, dark, clean-shaven man. He had a slim waist and broad shoulders. His forearms were hairy, so I assumed the rest of his body would be too.
I could smell the cheap perfume he used and sweat from the day. It created a different musky odor. I sat quietly as he rode fast and went past my house. “Where are we going?” I asked. “Aye, be quiet, or do you want me to take you back?”
I sat silently as he rode the bike almost 1 km past my house. He turned through small dark lanes, most of which were empty. It was almost 12. He finally stopped in front of a medium-sized liquor establishment whose lights were off and the shutter down. I was a little confused as to where we were.
We got down as he parked the bike. He knocked thrice on the shutter door, and someone lifted the shutter a little and peaked from below it. “Aye, open. It is me.” The helper opened the shutter, and I was surprised to see the inside of the shop. It was like an 800 sq feet long shop with tables across.
The lights were off, and a few people were still drinking in candle lights. I guess this is the arrangement they had with the police for which they were paid. At the back of the cabin was a small cabin. I am guessing the owner. Ranga walked up to the owner and said something to him as he smiled at me.
The owner himself was a brawny dark goon. He was just in his lungi. Thick and tough. His look itself scared me. To top it off, the few other drunks there were eyeing me weirdly. Ranga had already started unbuttoning his shirt while talking to the owner.
While I stood there, the owner started yelling at the few customers to go and started pushing them outside. As he passed me, he slapped my butt hard as I screamed. Ranga called me and told me to go to the cabin and remove all my clothes and wait.
I knew I was too deep in shit already. Any resistance would mean a horrible night for me. I walked to the cabin scared. “Keep the panty on,” he said. The cabin was dimly lit with one table and one large single bed. I guess the owner slept there. It smelt of sweat and was dirty.
The cabin had a large window for the owner to look at the outside crowd. I removed my clothes and put them on the chair. I was so scared. But somewhere deep down, I was excited as well.
Outside I saw Ranga and the owner starting to drink. They sat and laughed. In between, the owner would grab ice and pass by the window smiling at me. I just hoped these guys get drunk and fall asleep. I sat quietly, lay on the bed, and dozed off.
A knock on the window suddenly woke me up. It was the owner. He started laughing and shouted back at Ranga. “Your whore fell asleep. Better go to her first.” By now Ranga, and the owner was pretty drunk.
Ranga laughed and stripped naked. “You are right. Stay away from my whore” he shouted back. “Looks like you also want to fuck her.” Both of them were drunk now.
“Yea. I also want to fuck her. Why can’t I?”
“I will fuck her first,” Ranga shouted.
Taking it as a challenge, the owner quickly ran into the cabin and latched the door from the inside. “Now you can’t. I will now fuck her first,” and started laughing loud.
Ranga quickly ran to the window and started banging it. “Aye, Madhu, please open.” I would understand they were friends. But Madhu was laughing. “Watch me.” Madhu dropped his lungi and pushed me onto the bed. Now, this was a thick, nearly 90-kilo man.
Dark hair, sweaty. His black cock was almost hard now. It was almost 7 inches thick. Madhu pushed me onto the bed and jumped on me. He held my hands down tight and started sniffing me. Neck, nipples raised both my arms and smelled my armpits.
He gave a low growl and started kissing me roughly. I resisted, but he pinched my nipple so hard I screamed. He gave me a warning look to cooperate. He again started kissing me, and this time I kissed him back. He sucked on my tongue and would tongue fuck my mouth.
From there, he moved to my breasts and ate them as if they would feed them nectar. His rough beard and mush scratched my soft skin. He smelled of sweat and liquor. I started to moan as his nipple play gave me pleasure. He then turned me around and started eating my butt hole.
I was moaning like crazy. He put his finger in and finger-fucked me for a minute before eating me again. He finally turned me around and asked me to start sucking his cock. His cock was now dripping precum. It was black, smelly and thick. I was in so much lust that I devoured his cock.
He started laughing as he enjoyed my sucking. Ranga was watching this all play out from outside. Suddenly Madhu got a call on his phone. He cursed it as if it was from his boss, and he had to take the call. I continued sucking him while he spoke, “Yes, Sir. Yes Sir.”
He suddenly stood up while talking and walked outside, opening the cabin to Ranga. “Go he said. I will join.” Ranga ran inside and pushed his thick 8-inch black cock in my mouth. He made me suck him for 5 minutes before pushing me again to the bed.
He started feasting on my boobs and moved me into a doggy position to eat my hole. He ate me furiously for 10 minutes. I was moaning with pleasure. He then walked up to the desk, opened a drawer and got some Durex lubricant out. He applied it to his cock and my hole.
I knew what was coming. I was by now horny as hell. He positioned my butt on the edge of the bed and slowly started thrusting at my hole. He was merciless and, within 30 seconds, pushed his full cock inside. He fucked me like this for 5 minutes before putting me in a doggy position and entering me again.
As I was screaming with pleasure, I turned my head to see Madhu recording a video as he stroked his cock from the window. He walked inside and positioned his cock on my face with the video recording. Instinctively I put my mouth up, and he started mouth fucking me.
They moved in rhythm, so I moved up and down their cocks. Within 5 minutes pulled his cock out and asked me to keep my mouth open, as did Ranga as he pulled out. They pushed me to the floor on my knees. They both started jerking furiously in front of my face.
Ranga came first. His thick white cum first hit my face. He quickly held my head and pushed his cock inside, and it spewed cum in my mouth. He mouth fucked me for 30 seconds and then pulled out. “Don’t swallow right now,” he instructed.
Then Madhu also came, and he made sure none of his cum fell outside my mouth. I must have had a good 4 teaspoons of cum in my mouth. “Don’t swallow. Gargle.” I did as I was told. “Now show us your mouth.” Madhu was still recording as I showed them my tongue full of their sticky thick cum.
They each pushed their cocks to turn by turn into my mouth to make sure nothing was left. “Swallow it now.” I swallowed it like a bitch. Both of them walked out and started drinking again. I walked up to them and asked if I could go.
Madhu pulled me by my hand onto his lap and started laughing. He fondled my breasts and asked me to make him drink. I obeyed as he continued fondling me. I was their bitch now. He pulled me down for a kiss and pinched my boobs again. I screamed as they both laughed.
This went on for another 2 drinks before Ranga told me to get dressed. I got dressed. Madhu took my number and shared the video over WhatsApp. I guess he intends to have more such sessions.
It was nearly 3 am now. Ranga rode me to the nearest signal where he knew he could call people to pick him up and told me to go. After this, they called me again for such fucking sessions for almost 3 months before they found someone else.
I hope you guys enjoyed it. As I certainly did. You can also enjoy my other story,