Date: Wed, 17 Aug 2005 01:03:23 +0100
From: Ted Gay <tedgay@btinternet.com>
Subject: POLICE FRAME-UP

(This is a fictional story, a sado-masochistic fantasy. It does not
reflect on the real nature of British police forces, and I've never
heard any evidence that they have gone to the extreme lengths described
in this story. However they used to be very homophobic.

My partner, when homeless in London and living as a rent boy, was
sleeping rough near the Royal Festival Hall and was awoken by a policeman
in uniform who ordered my partner to give him a blow-job or be arrested;
presumably for prostitution and vagrancy. This sounds like a fantasy come
true, but my partner said it was anything but. On another occasion he was
arrested in a public toilet with another man, and when he protested they
weren't doing anything the police said: `No, we know you weren't, but
if we hadn't come in when we did you might have done something.' They
then framed them both with false evidence. On yet another occasion they
arrested him in a public toilet along with his best friend, another rent
boy, and accused them of picking each other up. It was ridiculous;
they'd lived together for years as `sisters' and never had what was
then known as `tootsie trade'. They had no need to go to a public
convenience if they wanted to have sex together, as they often shared a
bedroom.

I was once arrested for an offense in a public toilet  (there were no gay
clubs to go to then in UK which allowed sex on the premises and it was
illegal to even proposition another man for sex) and  in the police
station, when I mentioned my rights, I was told I had none and was
threatened with being beaten up by the police.

This story just takes these incidents to the extreme, and turns them into
a sexual fantasy, part of which I have acted out with a young man dressed
in a police uniform. I have also given a uniformed policeman a blow-job
in a toilet. See `Glory (Hole) Days' under Encounters on this site for
this episode.  Another two policemen who caught me loitering in a toilet
with a glory-hole in it said I needed a good fucking, but sadly they
never obliged. The British police are now much more tolerant of gays, and
the law now allows gay sex clubs, pornography, etc.).

End of introduction, so now read my fictional story:

It was in the late 1980s, long after the 1967 Sexual Offences Act which
supposedly legalized male homosexuality in Britain (lesbianism had never
been outlawed because Queen Victoria refused to believe it existed or
that women would do such things!) The 1967 Act only made homosexuality
legal if not more than two males over the age of 21, neither of them in
the armed forces, found themselves alone in a locked bedroom with nobody
else present anywhere else in the house, apartment, mansion, castle or
palace. It could be a 200 room mansion, but if someone was present in one
of the other 199 rooms, you could be arrested. This law made all gay
clubs which allowed sex on the premises illegal.

It was also illegal to proposition another man, either by approaching him
in a bar, a gay club or in any public place, or by putting an
advertisement in the press. Like prostitution, the act itself, if under
the circumstances described above, was not illegal, but any possible way
of prostitute and client meeting or two men meeting and arranging to have
sex, was illegal. The charge for smiling at or flirting with another man
in a gay bar, etc. was `importuning for an immoral purpose'.

So when I was arrested in a public toilet which I had just gone into for
a genuine purpose, I knew I was in trouble. I had a police record for
`indecent behavior' as homosexual acts were described in law at the
time, having been arrested in cruising grounds and public toilets before.
But this time I was completely innocent. There was one other person in
the toilet, a lad of about 18, but he was right the other side from where
I was standing. We were both arrested, and I, being 22, was accused of
corrupting a minor.

`We'll throw the book at you this time,' said the arresting officer at
the police station. `That boy is under-age, so that makes you a child
molester'.

`Hang on a minute,' I protested. `In the first place, we weren't
doing anything. He was nowhere near me. In the second place, if he's 18
as you say he is, then that makes him just 4 years younger than me, and
old enough to die for his country in a war. Hardly a child, surely?'

`Don't get cocky with us, son!' sneered the young policeman.

`I know my rights, and I demand to make a phone call to my lawyer,' I
said defiantly. I was fed up and wasn't going to take any more crap from
the boys in blue.

There was another young policeman in the room, and he feigned a punch
right into my face, but pulled short just before he made contact.

`You have no fuckin' rights in here, understand?' he snarled.
`You're just a dirty fuckin' queer who fucks little boys, and we're
gonna stitch you up for a long prison sentence.'

Now I was really scared. Of course it was completely untrue. I'd never
been interested in `little boys', and hadn't even been doing anything
with this 18 year old, who was far from a little boy. In fact I'd seen
him around, and knew him to be a rent boy. I'd never been with him, but
had seen him going into cubicles with older men, and had seen money
exchange hands. I could have told the police this, but didn't want to
get the lad into more trouble, so I kept quiet.

`Now we're going to present to the court cast iron evidence that you
sodomized this young lad. The police doctor discovered your sperm inside
his rectum', said the first policeman.

`B, b, but that's impossible!' I stammered. `I never went anywhere
near him.'

`Don't give me that,' said the second policeman, ` You were right up
his arse when we came in. Disgusting behavior, reminded me of animals.
Made me want to throw up!'

`That's not true!' I said, now really angry again, and my anger
overcame my fear.

`You know it's not true, so do we, but the court won't know that. By
the time we've fitted you up, you'll be found guilty, we'll make sure
of that!' sneered the first policeman.

`Now do as we fuckin' tell you, or we'll make mincemeat out of you,'
said the second policeman, who had already threatened me with violence.
`I feel like being sucked off, how about you?'

He was looking at the first policeman, who replied: `I feel like a good
shag. He's got a cute little bum, let's rape him at both ends! We
haven't had any fun with a queerboy since last night, and I'm randy as
Hell!'

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. These policemen were arresting me
for homosexual acts which I hadn't even committed, yet were now
threatening to rape me, and saying not only would they enjoy it, but that
they had done this before.

`What? What are you saying? I don't understand? You can't be
serious!' I said.

`Oh but we are dead serious,' said the first policeman. `Do you know
where you are? You're in one of this police station's male rape rooms.
We regularly rape queers in here. It's boring being a policeman, and we
need a bit of fun as much as any other red-blooded males. Only difference
is we can't be arrested for fucking other men, because we are the law!'

`That's right!' said the other policeman. `We've raped hundreds of
young men in here, many of them under age, and we fuckin' enjoy it! Your
little friend, the 18 year old; you should have gone for his arse. He has
a great bum. I've fucked it many times in here, I had him screaming with
agony the first time, just after he turned 18. He never took it up the
arse before I raped him, he just wanked off old men for a tenner a
time.'

`Wanna see what's happening to him now?' asked the first policeman.
Without waiting for me to answer he flicked a switch, and a CCTV screen
came to life. It showed another room in the police station, and the 18
year old lad was being gang-raped by 6 policemen all in full uniform. 5
were taking turns to fuck his arse, and one had his huge cock in the
youth's mouth. As I watched I saw the policeman in his mouth pull out
and shoot 6 huge wads of spunk all over the lad's face. The others were
still taking turns in fucking him.

They left the CCTV screen on, and the second policeman, who had blue eyes
and short blond hair, came and stood in front of me and I could see he
had a big erection inside his blue serge uniform trousers.

`Feel my big truncheon', he sneered. `Go on, feel it inside my
trousers. It's getting hard for your pussy-boy mouth.'

The other policeman, who had short red hair (neither of them could have
been more than 25) spoke lecherously into my ear and started rubbing my
crotch. I couldn't help it, I was getting a rock hard erection.

`Yes, you're getting excited aren't you, at the thought of being raped
by two big butch policemen!' he said. `Now feel PC Spink's big cock.
Feel it getting hard for you. Soon you're going to be drinking PC
Spink's spunk. How do you feel about that?'

`I don't believe it, this can't be happening,' I said. `You're
police officers, you uphold the law. This sort of thing can't be
happening in Britain'.

`Oh but it is happening, it happens every day,' said the redheaded
police officer, `And because we ARE the law, nobody can touch us. You
should've joined the police force, son, then you could've raped as many
young men as you liked. That's why we joined up.'

I felt the blond policeman's big cock thru his police trousers, and had
to admit I was getting turned on, especially as the redheaded officer now
had my cock out and was wanking it. He slowly rubbed his spit into the
head, and cooed obscenely in my ear:

`Unzip PC Spink's truncheon. He wants to feed you his hot policeman's
cum.'

I unzipped the policeman's flies, and his long, smooth, circumcized
prick sprung out, splashing delicious pre-cum all over my lips and face.
I couldn't help it, I licked my lips. I had never tasted a young
policeman's cock juice before, and it tasted sweet. I wanted more!

`Yes, he likes the taste of your pre-cum, Bob, ` said the redheaded
policeman, `I'd better stop wanking him or he'll shoot all over your
uniform. I want to fuck his arse before he cums'.

Bob Spink pushed his cock head covered in pre-cum up against my lips, and
my tongue involuntarily came out and obscenely licked the delicious
slimey head. Slowly PC Spink's cock entered my mouth, and at the same
time I felt the other policeman undoing the belt of my jeans.

`Stand up and lean over the desk', ordered the redheaded policeman who
had now undone my jeans. Bob Spink pulled out of my mouth and I was made
to bend across the desk, with my jeans around my ankles.

`Grease him up, Alan,' said PC Spink, `We'll spit-roast him. Ever
been raped at both ends by two officers of the law, son? Aren't you
excited? You're gonna be raped by two young policemen! PC Creamer is
going to cream in your arse, while I cream in your mouth.  You'll be
pumped full of police spunk, son!'

I felt Alan Creamer greasing up my arse, then felt his big cock slide in.
At the same time Bob Spink rammed his big cock into my mouth again. The
two policemen kept their uniforms on as they raped my arse and mouth,
only their flies were open. My head was spinning with pure lust. This was
a fantasy come true!

`You're sucking an officer of the law,' said Alan Creamer. `Do it
well, and when he cums swallow all the police spunk he feeds you. Don't
you dare spill any on his nice, clean police uniform. We don't want to
shock any old ladies when we help them across the road with their
shopping do we? They think our police are good decent men upholding the
law, they don't know police stations are a den of sex and depravity!'
The policeman fucking my bum laughed as he said this, and PC Spink joined
in.

`I can't hold out much longer,' said PC Spink, `I'm about to blow my
hot load of spunk right down his throat! Here it cums, son! Swallow this
big load of thick police spunk!'

With that, his throbbing prick grew rigid and started pumping spurt after
spurt of hot, thick spunk into my mouth and down my throat. All the time
I could see the blue serge of his uniform in front of me; this was a
policeman doing this to me, whilst another was still fucking my bum.

As though they read my thoughts, the two policemen reveled in the
depravity of what they were doing: `Yes, it's really happening. You're
in a police station and an officer of the law is spunking in your
mouth,' said PC Creamer as he continued fucking me. `He's feeding you
police sperm, drink it all down. You're drinking a policeman's orgasm
in a police station rape room, disgusting isn't it? Didn't your mother
tell you to always do what a policeman told you? Well fuckin' do it!''

`He loves the flavor of my orgasm, don't you, queerboy? He can't get
enough of it. Swallow it all down, son, all that thick, sweet police
semen. It's good for you. Aaaghh! Feels so goooood! Feedin' a queer my
cum, and he's drinking it greedily like a baby guzzling its mother's
milk!' said PC Spink as he shot another load of thick sweet police spunk
right down my throat. I got a filthy thrill thinking I was doing what my
mother told me, obey the police, but if only she could see what they were
making me do!

`I'm about to pump his arse full of spunk,' said PC Creamer, `Here it
cums, boy! How d'ya like a policeman raping your arse and filling you
full of his cum?'

I felt his hot load shooting into my arse, then he pulled out and they
sat me down in the chair again.

`You look exhausted after being raped by just two policemen,' said PC
Spink. `Look at your friend on the screen. He's been raped by 6
policemen, so think yourself lucky this time! We'll have to break you in
gently, but you'll be raped by all 20 policemen at this station before
we're finished, then we'll pass you on to another police station to
use.'

I couldn't believe this filth and depravity I was hearing from this
young, good-looking, apparently decent policeman whom I remembered had
just last week helped my grandmother cross the road, and she had remarked
what a nice policeman he was. If only she knew he had just orally raped
her grandson, but worse was to come.

`He must be thirsty, Bob. Would you like a nice hot drink, son?' asked
PC Creamer.

Now they'd had their wicked way with me, perhaps they were going to be
nice to me, I thought. Thinking they were offering me a cup of tea, I
said: `Yes please, thank you.'

I thought I'd better be polite, but they weren't satisfied: `Thank
you, sir!' said PC Creamer. You're talking to officers of the law, show
some respect to those who maintain law and order and a sense of decency.
We protect society from depraved individuals like you. Now ask PC Spink
nicely for a drink.'

`Please may I have a drink, sir!' I said, looking up into the blond
policeman's big blue eyes. I saw no pity there; not an ounce of decency
or humanity. Just a look of sheer depravity. He didn't even look at me
as another human being; what he was seeing I was soon to find out.

`Of course you can, son. I've got a nice hot drink for you right here,
open your mouth' he said, as he unzipped his fly again and stood in
front of my chair.

`Open your mouth,' PC Creamer said in my ear, as he started jacking me
off again. `This nice policeman's going to give you a hot drink of his
piss.'

`What! That's disgusting! You're policemen, you wouldn't do such a
thing!' I said, genuinely shocked. They had to be joking, but no, PC
Creamer stopped wanking me for a moment and slapped me across the face.

`Open your fucking mouth and be grateful for the hot drink PC Spink's
going to give you,' he said, and recommenced jerking me off, using
plenty of his spittle to make me moan.  I opened my mouth in a groan of
ecstasy as PC Creamer brought me to the verge of climax, and at that
moment PC Spink started pissing straight into my mouth.

`Close your lips around my cock while I'm quenching your thirst!' said
PC Spink, `I don't want any fucking piss on my uniform! Keep swallowing
my piss, that's right. That's quenching your thirst, isn't it? How
d'you like the flavor of police piss, son? Your mouth and throat are
just a police urinal. Look into my eyes, son, as I relieve myself in your
mouth. That's right, drain all that piss like a good urinal. Ah, it
feels so good, filling his mouth and belly with the contents of my
bladder. Such a relief!'

That was it, the look he had given me before he started pissing down my
throat. He saw me not as a human being, but as a urinal, his own personal
toilet!

`Disgusting, isn't it?' said PC Creamer in my ear, as he watched me
gulping down PC Spink's piss, and he continued to wank me off. `He
loves the taste of your piss, Bob. Look, he's gulping it down. He's
really thirsty for a policeman's piss! And he's cummin'; I'm making
him cum. Quick get the sample beaker, Bob!'

I didn't know what he was talking about; sample beaker? But he was right
about my loving the taste of the blond policeman's piss; it was strong
and pungent, and overwhelming. I couldn't get enough of it, and it was
so obscene and depraved, looking up into this handsome, blond
policeman's blue eyes as he looked into mine and used my mouth as his
personal toilet. That's all I was to him at that moment, yet he really
was a law officer. I saw the word: `POLICE' in white lettering on his
navy blue jersey as I looked up into his face; this was the force my
parents had taught me to trust and respect, as standing for law and order
and upholding standards of common decency. I saw PC Spink take a small
plastic beaker from the table and hand it to PC Creamer.

Next thing I knew I was cumming.  With PC Spink still pissing in my
mouth, PC Creamer brought me to climax, and I shot a big load right into
the plastic beaker he was holding over the tip of my cock.

`Right, we've got our sample!' said PC Creamer triumphantly. `Know
what this is, boy?'

`Yes, it's my cum,' I said, bewildered why they should want this in a
beaker. Was it for some kind of medical test, I wondered.

`No, this is EVIDENCE! Evidence of the crime you committed in that
toilet back there. Our police doctor found this semen, YOUR semen in the
back passage of that under-age young lad out there. We've got you fair
and square now.'

`What's more, son, he's found evidence that you've been drinking
men's piss and spunk in that toilet. Your mouth and belly are full of
it. Open up, I'm going to take some swabs' said PC Spink, who had
finally finished pissing in my mouth.

They punched me and forced me to open my mouth, then took swabs. They
said this was the evidence they needed to prove I'd not only fucked the
18 year old, but had also been doing disgusting things in the toilet with
other men.

I felt trapped, and couldn't believe this was happening. Then PC Creamer
spoke again:

`If you come up in court with this kind of evidence, particularly your
sperm in the teenager's arse, you'll go down for a long stretch. But
maybe you'd like that, being a fuckbag for some old lag in prison?'

`No, no. Please don't send me to prison!' I pleaded.

`Not up to us, it's up to the court,' said PC Spink, `But the
evidence we've got looks BAD, boy. Can you think of a way out of this
mess for him, Alan?'

`No, it looks very bad.,' said PC Creamer. `Unless; yes there might be
a way out. If you report back here to this police station every evening
at 6pm, then we won't prosecute.'

`You won't prosecute? Oh thank you,' I said, relieved.

`But you'll have to service all the policemen in this station every
evening, until we tire of you. Then we'll pass you on to another police
station for our colleagues there to use. You'll be drinking policemen's
spunk and piss for at least 6 months, son. And being gang raped up the
arse by up to 20 officers. They'll be lining up for a cute bum like
yours.'

Secretly, I was excited. I couldn't imagine a more exciting scenario.
OK, some of the policemen may not be my type, but what the heck. I was
going to have non-stop dirty sex from maybe a 100 or more uniformed
policemen inside a police station for the next few months, maybe longer.
What could be legally safer, or more exciting, than that? So long as I
played ball and gave them what they wanted, I wouldn't be arrested.

And I have always had a secret fantasy of being sexually abused by a
uniformed policeman; now I was going to be raped and used as a urinal by
a non-stop army of uniformed policemen, and all inside a police station.
The thought of innocent passers-by thinking this was a place where
standards of decency and morality were upheld by officers of the law,
when all the time they were committing acts of the utmost depravity on
innocent young men filled me with a warped sense of excitement. I was so
happy I'd been `arrested' that evening, and to be serving this police
force in the most depraved manner anyone could imagine.

Following that first episode I enjoyed over 6 months of non-stop
sado-masochistic sex with the police force. Since then I have never
looked at policemen in the same way again. Maybe that was just one,
corrupt police force, but I can't help wondering how many other
apparently decent policemen are doing the same thing. I find myself
smiling at young handsome policemen nowadays, and on more than one
occasion it has paid off. Only last week I smiled at a young policeman in
the park, and he pushed me into the park toilets, into a cubicle and
forced me to suck him off. Last month in the same park a policeman raped
me in the bushes.

As the old gay slogan shouted on gay marches went: '2-4-6-8, is that
copper really straight?' From my experience, a lot of them aren't.
Thank goodness!